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He watched it carefully as it eased closer and closer to his bare flesh, sinking through the ability that should have been destroying it.
Until, finally, it touched him.
He felt it there, in his hands. And it ceased shifting its form, too. It merely sat there, having settled on the shape of a trapezoidal prism.
Which made his eyes narrow.
Every user of destruction had a specific, two-dimensional geometric shape that their path conformed to. His was a trapezoid.
This could not be a coincidence, he decided. Given all the different types of polyhedrons that the phylactery had just been iterating through, it had to be connected to his power in some way.
But nothing was happening. He waited, but no new voices arrived. No new anything.
The muted sounds of the world around him began returning to normal, too.
Was that it?
"Hello?!" he called out into the swirling cloud, having to shout over the wind. "What am I meant to do with this?!"
He kept waiting, and no answer came.
He exhaled a long breath, feeling his fatigue wash over him again. Why couldn't anything ever be simple?
Well, he supposed he didn't need to destroy this blasted Tower of Remoria, at least. It hadn't been a wasted trip. He didn't understand what he'd actually accomplished during it, but hopefully, that would come in time. Very much hopefully.
He wasn't looking forward to the trek back down those damn stairs. Maybe it would be better to just jump off the roof and take his chances with the fall. Ah, probably not. Feldeaths might sense him again once he left the cloud. Oh, and Paulie. He was still somewhere on the staircase. Caster wondered if he'd woken up by now. If not, then--
'Check and see.'
Caster stopped. He'd just reentered the stairwell again, and his head hadn't even finished going below the rooftop. He threw a look around the area, as if the fog might tell him whose voice that was just now.
'If you are curious about Paulie, then think of where you last saw him, and you will see.'
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