Power rose like music inside me vibrating with an invigorating beat building to an apogee. It rose like an elixir of euphoria dominating my sensory system lifting my body. Even from this great height I saw it, felt it, watched it begin to rise then the ground raced towards me, breadth and water rushed and spluttered from my mouth, a viscous slow flow that dimed the stone's white glow, a strange gules hue inclining to black upon the unseen unfelt surface, not water, no, blood, my blood.
Shock leaped up like a great wave but was expeditiously overpowered by the agonizing fire that erupted in my head and beneath my rib-cage, no in it, burning through my skin as again my body was involuntarily levitated from the ground. Strangling dead fingers gripped my neck such that my gaze was forced to look down into malefic white eyes. The collective spoke:" Your endeavors are futile soul bearer. We will remove your soul then the stone, dominion will be ours." There was a disturbance in the temporal dimension, a flutter in the fabric of matter, that made both king and I turned our heads.
She was suspended in midair, the hems of her grey mantle flitted as if caught by a light breeze, except, there was no wind. It frightened me. Even the death grip of a lich king became a mere velleity to the threat that had gathered in her lucent faculties and were now poised to be unleashed. There was the briefest spatial jolt and something sped to us, I felt it more than saw it, the cerulean blaze extinguished from her eyes and mantle, living and dead became mutely still. The world shook.
It was an overwhelming quake. An unceasing tremble though the seven lich spirits surrounding me were unstirred, each static and bearing a harrowing stare. My consciousness wavered like a bad signal. Thoughts were a scramble of black and white. How can the world so big shake so violently? The wraiths were not affected, why doesn't she make it stop, please, I begged her to make it stop. The image was upright again but blurry from the tremor, still they stared, what could make the undead so rigidly afraid?, God please make it...suddenly it ceased, no, not the world...there was a tingling sensation of heat and cold climbing up my legs, not the world, fire and ice digging into my bones, they were horrified by, steam and chill rising, not the world, clawing, staring at...me!
I screamed, not from pain, I screamed for the fear, the despair, for the lava and ice taking my body, I screamed to them, theses undead demons, to make it stop, surely they would know how to make it stop! I screamed into the empty endless night, surely something would hear me. I stretched my hands out to her as sun and moon settled into, upon, around my heart. I choked on it, the fear, the lifelessness, the helplessness, the alien act, as my body drifted above the ground and the blue and black veins of her staff slithered up my outstretched hands. Desperation flowed with my tears and earnestness was concentrated in my voiceless mind screams as I stared across into the black pits that were now her eyes. Merciless eyes, burned and froze my neck, I thought she was good, the tendrils opened my mouth, thought she would help me, came up my back, over my head, thought she would protect me, parted my eye lids, at least death would end this, whispered in my ear:"Let me in", madness!
I surrendered my body, soul and will. It took me, a grip behind my navel and one in front, two for my eyes, six for my heart, a hundred for my spine, ten thousand grips, ten thousand hooks and again I surrendered. They all pulled, towards the two easts and the two wests, then there was no direction, nothing but everything, light nor darkness, chaos now order, death then breadth, then there was me.
No, my body, striated all about with black and blue suspended amidst curtains of white and night. For the first time I saw them clearly, court of the wraiths, Lords and King. I felt their heat or my soul did, afloat outside of my corporeal body. I felt their power, the frenetic flow beneath the ghostly apparels adorned with more details and intricacies than can be observed by preternatural eyes. Each I measured and each was mightier than the other, lesser and greater Lords, mightiest of which was the wraith king. There was only one other equal in measure to the king and its hum was coming from the body I was no longer in.
It spoke or she spoke from within it or we both spoke for though my astral projection produced no sound I tasted every word, heard the chorus of two voices, we spoke: "I am soul warden, his soul is mine." The claim was challenged: "We will annihilate you both, then raze the world all likeness of these piddling mortal fools!" The challenge was countered. Across the obsidian pool her hand was outstretched to the elemental pebbles of which several rose, all with an inner crimson glow. My body mimicked her actions for she was me and I was her, together as one. My fingers closed into a fist as did hers upon which the stones of fallen fire converged as one mega infernal blaze which when both our bodies pointed to the king it came spiraling wild and furious towards him. The duel had resumed.
The wraith king did not even flinched as the dooming inferno flew to him, instead two of his Lords methodically moved in front of him and with two opposite swipes brought their wrists together to form an open palm which they halted the conflagration as if it were a mere ball and condensed it into a more intense chaos. The King reached towards it and it was no more. My soul gasped, they had just neutralized an Armageddon's power with little or no effort. It was our turn. The soul keeper's body moved itself into a semi-lotus position, one legged crossed the other as if sitting though there was no chair. Mine did the same in the same instant the Lich king raised his hand and our own doom descended upon us. Our hands gestured the command of a circle and the glass shield appeared once more about the keeper's body though not mine. This time I did not closed my eyes but watched the burial of my body beneath the down pour of torrential fire.
But rather than being disseminated and diminished like all fallen things the catastrophic flames entered into a distinct pattern of whirlwind motion obscuring my body. A voice erupted as a loud echo in my head: "Retrieve the stone, hurry!" I looked towards it reached for its god-like signature, this time it alighted faster, more eager to be awaken and rose from its imprisoning pits. He knew so the others also knew. They were given new commands, must have been for seven wraiths now surrounded my astral form. My connection with the stone wavered as fear once more clawed at my will. Her voice emerged again louder and more pressing, a grave intone more ominous than the abominable display of powers about us:"If you do not win the stone now, then our fate and all others will be severed right here and now, in a single stroke. Do not let darkness condemn us for another millennia. Hurry!"
I folded my self into a semi-lotus position, white robes parted, the stone rose closer, brighter, the whirling fire caught a new breadth that converted wild red to a white concentrate. Chains emerged from their open robes, there hooks gripped deep into my essence and this time there was no body to repossess or alternate form to evolve into, this would be ultimate destruction. Now the fear could not be dispelled so I used its power to guide my purpose, the stone drew closer, whiter. The wraith king scream his command and his lords ripped with all ferocity, the swirl of burning light expanded then exploded out the same instant the stone breached the borders of the immaterial and entered the circular plane of existence where its light was caught in the jaws of the spreading havoc that no longer knew wielder or castor, it was a devastating master of its own, consuming one and all...