"To seal it back up, yes. Remember, it was torn wide open for a while in my time," Alleyana gestured vaguely up at the sky with her real hand, the other once again just held stiffly at her side. The craftsmanship was perfectly tuned, but she wasn't used to having that hand again just yet. The lack of sensory feedback made it easy to sort of forget it wasn't still the dragonbone bar, when she didn't actually need it.
The Inquisitor started walking along toward literally anywhere that wasn't basically the doorstep of the world.
"The person who was trying to get it meant to go into the Fade and up to the Black City... again. I just happened to grab it first, quite literally. It sucked me into the Fade and I came back out through one of the rifts."
Such a simplistic way to describe that chaotic start to everything.
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The Inquisitor started walking along toward literally anywhere that wasn't basically the doorstep of the world.
"The person who was trying to get it meant to go into the Fade and up to the Black City... again. I just happened to grab it first, quite literally. It sucked me into the Fade and I came back out through one of the rifts."
Such a simplistic way to describe that chaotic start to everything.