Page 25 of Seer Prophet

I float somewhere above time, even above Revik, who still has the organic binding coil wrapped, alive, around his wrist.

I can see that coil from here.

I can even see where they got it, what it does, how it was made, the seers who died for the technology behind it?and I realize that the Legion of Fireistrading with Shadow’s people, at least for some, difficult-to-acquire items.

Up here, it’s hard to be angry about that, or about any of the lies Revik and I heard from Dulgar’s lips. There is no anger in this place. I feel compassion from parts of my light I can barely glimpse. Compassion for beings who stubbornly believe cleverness and lies will save them, that they can live in a lightless place, safe from pain and suffering.

I feel how that could be me, could be Revik.

A dense understanding of how hard it is down there, in that world, breaks my heart.

But I am here for a reason.

Everything else is fleeting, barely a whisper.

I know I’m invisible to the Legion of Fire, just as those structures in me are invisible to every seer who wasn’t born an intermediary. I know there are tricks to pretend to be in spaces, but that’s all they are, tricks. Mirrors stacked on mirrors stacked on mirrors, like Shadow riding Revik’s light to see spaces he can never comprehend.

He views them in terms of function, something to control.

They are power to him.

To me, that power is only a detail.

The truth is, the most important aspects of these spaces are wasted on Shadow, wasted on Dulgar. All they seek is what manifests in the material, what helps them control the worlddown there.It is the smallest power these spaces possess, but the only one they understand.

All of us, in different ways, are lost.

All of us can be found?even a slave-trader like Dulgar.

And yes, up here, where I am, time doesn’t matter.

But down there, where Revik is, it does.

Time is precious in the material plane.

Time is all we have.

Grabbing hold of the construct at its highest point, I utilize four structures that rotate around me in intricate geometrical shapes. I slide into all four simultaneously, holding them in the exact configuration Revik taught me over the past two and a half weeks.

It is easy, simplicity itself.

As is the next thing I do… running through a sequence on the connecting points of those structures, like tapping through a keypad, if that keypad were made entirely of light.

In less than a second, it is done.

Briefly, I see everything.

The Legion of Fire construct unfolds before me.

Once I’m sure I have the entire map, I take a deep breath?

?and crush a diamond-like structure that floats there, at the highest point, holding up all the rest. I crush it to powder, leaving nothing but white light.

I hear it when it goes.

It sounds like water rushing in my ears.

That white static flow is eclipsed by a high, tinkling sound, like broken glass. Both things fill my awareness, wiping out the room with gold and white light, a silence deeper than any existing in the physical world, until?

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