She suppressed a shiver as a chill mountain wind blew over her. It could be out of range, or broken in the fall. Inevera twisted her earring, the hora stone within attuned to its mate on her husband’s ear, but she heard nothing. The two men, glowing as fiercely as the sun a moment ago, had vanished into the dull gloom of ambient magic as it vented to the surface. But magic was drawn to life, and there was little below save barren rock and dirt. In Everam’s light, Inevera could see as clearly in darkness as brightest day, the world defined by magic’s glow. The strict ritual laws of Domin Sharum were forgotten as witnesses from both sides rushed to the precipice, crowding together to peer into the darkness that had swallowed the combatants. On the opposite side of the circle of combat, Leesha Paper let out a similar cry. Taking with them all the hope of the human race. “No!” Inevera reached out, clutching empty air as the Par’chin pitched himself and her husband over the cliff.
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