Rain felt something push her as she was about to close the wound. It probably wouldn't have done anything at all, had she not been concentrating so much of her available power onto the rift. It pushed on her and it pushed her through. Hard. Hard enough to tar her from her body and send her through the gate.
There was pain and panic like she had never felt before. Worse than when she had lost consciousness when trying to practice shaping haze. And this time she couldn't lose consciousness, even if she wanted to – her consciousness was all she was now, freed from her body.
In desperation, or perhaps some subconscious desire to finish what she had started. Or even more likely, urged by Garon, she help onto the golden rope as she was catapulted through.
But she didn't fly into another realm. The rope she had created wrapped that entire arm of Cennon. That arm that was overextended came off, was ripped away from both of the worldspheres.
The recoil sent it flying into her, and she was racked by a renewed onslaught of pain as this realm entered her body, crashed into that well of power within her. That well of power, she realised, which felt a lot like this realm did, and they struggled against one another inside her. Her golden rope against the silver ring which had come from Cennon.
Eventually they reached equilibrium, and she felt the silver opening up to her. She had consumed that realm and now it lived within her. It was part of her. She suddenly had access to a wealth of experiences she knew were not hers. Information about the life of Cennon. Memories of conflicts of worldspheres in this realm she found herself in. How to grow new realms, or consume others. This was a dangerous place she was in, but it was possible to survive; very few of the worldspheres were malign.
Against the black backdrop studded with innumerable different shapes and colours, she saw the sphere that was Cennon fleeing Garon, something silver and bloody leaking out behind it. That predatory ball would not be back.
Whispering to her in a voice increasingly distant was Garon.
stant was Garon.
Daughter. Helped. Thank You.
Another whisper.
Rain. Daughter. Now. Birth.
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