The deep silence of the rocky gorge was almost absolute, broken only by the nervous whispers of the bored Broken Suns officers glancing around a little drowsily.
Hidden beneath the dark leaves of the shrub, his gelatin membrane completely camouflaged by the shadows of the rocks, Lohan watched the scene with heightened attention.
The mage in the blue robe, Eldrin, gripped the crystal staff with both trembling hands, while the three level twenty runes floated around the head of the staff, framed by an unstable, pulsing neon blue glow.
The purple smoke of the void kept escaping through the cracks in the old seal, saturating the air with that heavy, acidic, extremely oppressive energy. Lohan felt his gelatin vibrate with revulsion at that destructive static.
He knew very well that if Eldrin made any major miscalculation fusing those energies, the rift would suffer a violent chain reaction.
