Planes Shifting

Dark fluid dripped from his fingers, not quite blood, not quite darkness, not quite ichor, not quite a fluid at all as it evaporated the instant it touched the air. The last argument with Bhal and Welkford had ended in yet another clash, those two far to intent on maintaining the fabric that spanned between all the shards of this world. Refused to listen to any alternative, refused to listen that their methods were not sustainable. He sighed deeply as he waved a hand, the air around him shimmering with power, denying any of the other Shadows from reaching him for a moment.

Calling to his out stretched hand, a glow, a swirling galaxy made in miniature, turning peacefully as it sung out to the world. Her Song filling his heart with that distant feeling once more, every time he did this, it made his heart ache. Balance, order, peace, he had taken from her what she had built, and claimed it as his own. Yet, he felt no pleasure in it, only something empty inside. Something he wasn't ready to understand, he only felt the wrongness of it. Dispelling the Fae Queen's Song, he conjured another spell.

Something he had learned centuries ago, he never told the other Shadows of this magic, he had his own plans and if he saw them through, they would never be given the right to. He watched as that all too familiar magic was built back into the world, watched as they built their little organization in an effort to spy on the world they had lost. He had taken great efforts to hide them from the others, fore, even then he had understood the folly of their actions, how this place was doomed without them. An hourglass slowly draining away without being able to see the top, how much time did they have left?

The scene in front of him shifted from the charred and broken battleground on a distant planet, the wind still here despite the thin atmosphere felt wonderful against the wounds on him. This Burned, chained world no longer able to support life thanks to their actions, changed to a grander thing. The air thicker, the ground soft beneath his feet, the scent of heavy pines and damp earth filled his nose. The wind became far more appealing, humid with the weight of the forest that was once here. Looking up he saw the stars for what they once were, beautiful and numerous twinkling softly in skies that no longer existed.

The scene before him snapped closed as the Branches refused to mix the way they were meant to. That truth now now a falsehood on this Branch, rejected from it without so much as a consideration. Xelex sighed as the weight of it settled gently on his shoulders again. "I am sorry, Alnya, Vilorlith, Syn, Kyln, I hope you find some peace of mind." The small galaxy back in his hand once again. "Stolen power. I hope to one day return."