Saladin's voice came from the cocoon, laced with an excitement he couldn't suppress. "My Lord…"
Sedri spoke as well, his voice trembling. "My Lord…"
…
In the grand hall, the High Priest raised his hand once more.
A silvery-white light poured from his palm, like silken threads, winding around Leander's body once more.
The light converged on his chest, forming what looked like a woven net.
It spread outward along his blood vessels, seeking traces from three thousand years ago that were buried deep within history.
Then, the light scattered.
Like severed threads, it broke into countless motes of light that drifted silently through the air.
Leander's breathing quickened. "High Priest, what's happening?"
The High Priest lowered his arm, the silvery-white light receding from his fingertips.
His brow furrowed slightly.
