Their astral hands met, but instead of holding, Sam tugged away and threads of Ronan's soul were pulled out and threaded into the ever more complex magical structure of the Origin stone. Its runes glowed even on this energetic plane, a beacon to Drykas wandering this far afield. It would be good to have news from far away, though, to be prepared for threats from without. Finally his manipulation of the web energies was complete, everything tied off. When the runes flashed, he knew it was done. Already this Origin was linked to the rest of them, power seeping into its well from as far away as Endrykas. Soon it would spool off its own lines, and those would help web-walkers travel beyond the bounds of their bodies. Long live the Web, he said, and his astral body sparkled with weary mirth. He began to climb back into his body, pouring his soul energies in from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. His body tingled, but it was no longer the painful firing of nerves. It was only occasionally uncomfortable anymore, and some of the Masters claimed the reunion of soul and body even became pleasurable with practice, familiarity, and power. "It is done," he agreed with a wan smile, his lips still tingling, his voice a little strange. With very little effort, he could have tipped over and fallen asleep right then and there, but then he wouldn't be a very impressive mentor for Ronan, and would not hold up the standards of the Watch. "Now you see why Leto can teach us things? The runes. And the more work you do mending the Web, the easier it will be to learn tricks for the Origins." |