There were lines like broken veins of black and grey creeping across the stone as if it had once been a living thing but now held nothing at all in its grasp. Everest took a step forward as if meaning to move into the room, but I held a hand out to halt her, my eyes glued to my Faelight which had begun to sputter and crackle sporadically. “You have to maintain a connection to the magic in it,” Everest said as if the problem was with my cast. “It’s not my control that’s causing that,” I replied in a low voice. “There’s something wrong with-” my words cut off in a gasp as the line of power which
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