Sublime

Clearly, no amount of power was worth moving forward alone.

He focused on that, stoking his desire for power, the feelings of envy and awe he'd felt when Suriel had demonstrated absolute authority, the aching helplessness of living as Unsouled and his desire to get stronger. As strong as he could.

Their essence bled into the air, like tiny motes of colored light rising from the surface of the constructs as their madra dissolved.

And Yerin blazed with such anger that the fabric of reality warped around her.

Now, the entire sky was black with clouds, and rain pelted everything in sight—except Northstrider—in a constant deluge. The city shimmered in a rainbow hue, its protective constructs engaged. As dragons of living madra rained from the sky.

sadly. “This is a necessary truth. One of those rules restricts our interference. For centuries, I have watched worlds die…and the pain you now feel, I feel with each death. Over and over again, in worlds without end.” Now they were in another

Kai

The Underlord had a smug grin on his face, hands in the pockets of his blue silk robes, long yellow hair tied behind him. He looked like a child who had the satisfaction of seeing a trick he'd pulled work flawlessly.

“I know you won’t,” she said. And to herself, she added, I won’t let you.