One night, as a violet aurora painted the sky, Pelishax heard a voice—not in words, but in a vibration that resonated with his very marrow:
“I seek the last ember to heal the world,” Pelishax answered, his voice steady despite the thunder. pelishax
The next leg of the journey led Pelishax across the , a chasm of liquid glass that reflected the sky and the past simultaneously. The surface was treacherous; one misstep could plunge a traveler into the abyss of the Void. One night, as a violet aurora painted the