The Tangle an abnormal amount of transliminal energy in what appears to be...

fading; dying.

she no longer had the strength to go on, yet she did. for the budding promise within her, that final remnant of her union with @Ingram. if only she could take that first step, that final leap onto sacred ground...

her islands would heal her, she knew.

almalexia trudged on, her broken wrist hanging limply, all but destroyed by the strain of her voyage. her body stirred. druids; little slivers of divinity waiting to be freed. that was what she carried now.

she must not die here.