W Scion

> > They impaled him.  One in the head, one in the chest.

> > The tinkers fired their weapon.  An interdimensional ram turned into a gun.  They’d finished it while they weren’t under my control.  Defiant was the one ready at the switch.

> > I discovered why he was concerned about the power.

> > It kept things from being contained.  I got a glimpse, a flash of a look into the world beyond him, a world he’d shut off, to which his body was the only conduit.

> > The beam tore into him and into the well.

> > I moved the portals, and the beam turned to scour more of the landscape beyond Scion.

> Speck 30.6