Plarit pushed on the intrusion, straining with effort and pain. The intrusion had to be pushed out so the wound could be healed. Cennon would be weakened again, unable to attack for a while, how long depended on how hard they pushed back.
The breach wasn't at any particular point on the line. Like a ship's hull cutting through the waves, it roughed its way into Neron Alarast, forging a path of its own. Technically, Plarit could just push anywhere and focus on his goal. Practically, seeing the line helped, it gave him something he could look at and think this is what I'm pushing against.
Soon, there would be enough of a connection for assimilation to begin; this realm would become more and more like one compatible with Cennon, eventually becoming part of that monstrosity. Then it would break off from Garon. Garon would be weakened, disoriented, and the process would start again, faster this time.
Then Cado was beside him, lending her strength to his, like a bonfire beside a torch. Plarit's skill at manipulating haze was minimal. Were they pushing or building a shield to squeeze Cennon out? Somewhere in between, perhaps.
The line vanished suddenly. This was a tester, sent out by whoever their counterparts were on the other side. They would come again, stronger. For now, Plarit wanted to sleep. He was so tired; the haze shaping really took it out of him.
His eyes drifted slowly closed, Cado jumped towards him to catch his fall, gently, so gently. He slipped away into oblivion. Pushing back was something that required more than a couple of people to do.
He would not wake for a while.
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