Aiden arrived back at the spot where he'd initially disappeared from and his first sight was the dimming face of Cronyssia who had gone even paler than before, with her breathing shallow.
"Was there no progress?" Aiden asked while kneeling back down beside her.
Syqora looked at him with a puzzled expression in his eyes before speaking. "How were you able to alter the threads of fate?" he asked.
He was referring to the several mages Aiden had just resurrected from certain death.
By doing that, their destinies had been rewritten in ways that shouldn't have been possible.
Cronyssia smiled faintly and struggled to speak through weakened breaths. "We don't have much time," she said quietly and turned her gaze toward Aiden. "I'm going to do what my siblings did and pass my essence directly into you."
Syqora said nothing but watched with an unreadable expression on his face. Cronyssia had already made her mind up on this one.
