Law. I almost laughed, thinking of the poor bastard sleeping somewhere on the ship. It was probably fortunate he wasn't here to hear his name used in a profound discussion, or he would somehow make it unlucky for everyone involved.
But no, what the Dusking Sun was talking about was something much more profound.
I closed my eyes again and sank inward. The power inside me was no longer the same as before the tribulation. My domain rested in the depths of my soul like a dark pool reflecting a sky that had no stars. Delusions. It had once spread outward crudely, wrapping the world and dragging others into its falsehood. In the Enforcer's domain, I had folded it inward and placed it over my own mind to survive a stronger delusion. Then I had layered it weakly over his domain, slow and almost imperceptible, until the needle in his shoulder became the truth that mattered. Those were applications. Clever ones, perhaps, but still applications.
What was the root?
