Grey Requim 2

Now that I fully understood the rune, I knew this ability could only affect inorganic objects like the mirrors.

‘On the bright side, with this ability you’ll be able to revert dead relics into actual, usable relics,’ Regis chimed.

I curled my fingers into a tight fist. You’re right.

Despite its limitations, the ability to revert time was something even Kezess Indrath couldn’t do, and while I wouldn’t be able to use it in battle—or to bring back those I had lost—that didn’t mean I couldn’t make full use of its utility. I just wished that I still had Dawn’s Ballad here with me now, so that I could revert the asura-forged sword to its pristine state.

I pulled out the once dead relic from my pocket to examine it again. The edges of the clear crystal were now glowing dully. Now that I had more of my strength back, I pushed more aether into the stone, but still nothing happened. It seemed like, rather than being activated by aether, the relic had some sort of recharge period before it could be used again. At least that’s what I hoped.

Making my way through the remaining mirrors, I continued exerting my newly acquired god rune to free the souls of the ascenders trapped within until the last one faded away, a disbelieving smile on her tired face.

The cold, white hall dimmed slightly and shifted to a warmer tone. In the distance, a translucent portal manifested within one of the empty mirrors, just like the image I had seen in one face of the dodecahedron.