Just before the wraith ships reached the shore of the Palace Island, Naeve summoned a strange Memory that looked like a mass of translucent fabric. Taking a step forward, he spun and tossed the fabric into the air in one smooth, practiced motion.
The Memory soared high, unfolding into a vast net woven out of thin opalescent strings as it did. It glimmered with a shimmering light and expanded like an effervescent spiderweb. The beautiful net was hundreds of meters across, but as Naeve tensed, it grew even more, covering a vast swath of the sky.
Then, it fell on the ghostly ships and blazed with multicolored flames, dimming their ethereal glow.
In an instant, the core of the advancing armada was suddenly swallowed by a beautiful, iridescent inferno. The opaline flames burned above the water and reflected on its surface… it was as if an explosion of vibrant colors suddenly invaded the black and silver majesty of the Eternal City, brightening the somber expanse of the lake.
