“I’ll find her,” Chadstone said. He reached up and curled a fist at his throat, but it was an empty gesture, because his crystal was gone. Dakshana wouldn’t understand its significance, but he would always be able to find her.
The Ancient tipped the bowl over, spilling visions across the stone floor, and the rest of the shadows faded into the darkness.
Chadstone waited until they were gone before he dismantled his dimension. Then he set about casting a traveling circle. He could survive in the mortal realms a little longer, watching, waiting. He’d watched for a long, long time.
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