Hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the Endless Pool, absolute darkness gave way to a vast floor of polished black granite.
Webs of luminous silver light pulsed through the subterranean bedrock, glowing like ancient veins of liquid starfire.
Sagiri drifted slowly through the silent water, his body suspended in the center of a swirling vortex of abyssal silver currents.
The freezing water pressed against his chest with immense weight, forcing the raging fire inside his organs to a sudden, violent standstill.
Inside his spiritual channels, three massive, conflicting forces were locked in a brutal struggle for dominance.
The pure, ancient darkness of the N'folu Archive clashed against the heavy earth density of the absorbed southern relics.
Worse still, the erratic silver void energy left behind from Kiana's needles was ripping across his pathways like jagged glass.
