The Archives were quiet as I looked up at the World Shard, my tail twitching slightly. After all these years, after so many battles and so much bloodshed, we'd finally made it. The rest of the world hadn't even realized the church had fallen yet, let alone that we were standing just feet away from the World Shard.
I raised my hand, drawn toward the glimmering beacon, and rested my palm against its warm, smooth facet. Power flowed into me, and I let out a long, shuddering breath. This was the beating heart of Enusia, the nexus of all its mana. The entire Divine Throne rested upon its power; every spell and enchantment woven into its defenses tied to it in some way. Every ward, offensive formation, and trap.
"Careful, child. You know not the powers with which you meddle," Rithen warned, wearing a small frown.
