Erend sat there in silence, his hand motionless over the glowing interface as the last schematics flickered on the screen.
His eyes weren't really looking at the device anymore. They were distant, fixed on something beyond the broken window at the far end of the chamber, where the sky bled the soft blue over the recovering palace grounds.
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of Magical currents still lingering in the air, and the soft rustle of parchment pages disturbed by the wind.
Books and Saeldir's orbs and diagrams lay scattered across the stone floor. Physical echoes of the chaotic blend of what they did that had brought them all to this moment.
He leaned back in the chair, then his eyes tracing the cracked ceiling above, his mind adrift in the heavy tide of everything he'd just read.
"Is it wise to let anyone have this knowledge?"
That thought echoed again and again like a drumbeat. The answers weren't easy. The weight of power was heavy.
