Lucien did not look down at his mapping ledgers or the coordinate tables again. The numbers on the paper were static, obsolete equations born from a world that was actively being dissolved by the sky-king's vanguard.
He closed his grey eye entirely, severing his connection to the physical limitations of the room, and surrendered his consciousness completely to the absolute-zero vacuum of his returning void-mana. The internal mechanisms of his newly awakened emerald eye spun into overdrive, executing the chaotic, non-linear calculations required to rewrite the spatial parameters above the mountain.
He reached his long, ink-stained fingers toward the crimson sky. The sudden, violent friction of the opposing energies caused the pale skin across his knuckles to crack open. Dark red blood seeped down his fingers, instantly vaporized by the dark purple static of his element.
POP!
