The feeling never left him.
Across open water, Giantwave followed its pull. Time sped up and thick fog obscured the horizon in all directions.
He had wandered these waters for as long as he could remember, but had never been so disoriented.
At last, an island appeared. On its shore stood the flowing figure of a lone castaway.
Mai watched him approach, her gaze dropping to the black object in his hand.
Giantwave held it out.
She traced the creature impressed upon its surface. Beneath her fingers, a purple flicker answered.
Mai drew a little magic into her palm.
The shard lifted between them.
Light poured through its dark mineral, spilling onto the sand.
Something inside was waking.
