And the Habilec Ve? It was gone. Melted into his skin, up his arm, into his spine. Kaelen looked at his right hand. It was still a hand. But now, when he flexed his fingers, he heard faint music—the Lament, playing backward. Unraveling the silence he had just caused.
Kaelen’s human hand froze. The Ve-hand, however, moved on its own. It stretched—impossibly—fingers elongating, joints reversing, until his hand became a blur of silver thread and bone. The chord resonated not as sound but as absence . For one breath, the entire hall fell out of reality. No light. No air. No memory of having a body. habilec ve
Then came the Seventh Silence.