Living Guildpact

Light erupted from the bailiff, and Jace’s body was scoured. He felt the light as a physical force pressing against him, pushing into him like a gale of wind—and then it pierced into him, penetrating his skin, ricocheting inside the boundaries of his body, tracing a skein of light inside him. It filled him, and consumed his vision, and the forum and the maze-runners faded away as the world flooded with light. The opaque whiteness was not blinding but soft, like diffused sunlight shining through a bank of fog. A low, composite roar suffused the air around him, like the sounds of thousands of overlapping conversations that were muffled almost to inaudibility. Jace floated, his skin tingling like the feeling just before his hair stood on end. He felt one with the distance, as though he could see as far as infinity, and reach out and touch the horizon with his finger.

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“You, Jace Beleren, are the living manifestation of the pact between the guilds. You are the Guildpact.”

“What does that mean?”

“You are the one who has proven himself the mediator, the one who can understand the perspectives of the ten guilds. So, like before, when the guilds clash, a code of law will arbitrate between them. The difference is that now, you are that law.”

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Dragon's Maze: The Secretist Part 3, Chapter 11