Torion looked up suddenly. A burst of uncontrolled power had begun to tear through the air. A split second later, another one arrived. He could hear it in the back of his mind, huge shadowy waves crashing upon the insides of his skull. The lights of the ferry he was on flickered in time with the pulsations. He smiled. This new hazeshaper was wildly out of control. Torion changed his mind. He would take her power for himself. He was much closer now, and would soon be able to pinpoint their exact location. The other passengers were clearly worried about the flickering lights and seemed to be confused about their Notepads. Torion surmised that they were playing up also. He pulled his from his jacket pocket. Yep, it was displaying an error message. He turned it off – it wouldn't work until this was sorted out anyway.
He concentrated, trying to detect where the emanations were coming from. They were too strong; they seemed to be coming from every direction. Well, this ferry was heading towards the noise.
Its quality changed, quietened. He could figure out where it was. The other power sent a sudden ripple out through reality as the wielder extinguished it, but he knew where it was being pulled through. He reached out gently and grabbed the fabric of this plane, twisting it and pushing it towards that other location. Daggers unfolded behind his eyes, but he had long ago learned to tolerate them. He pressed it up against that other place hard, and a doorway opened. The person – a woman – on the other side looked exhausted. He rushed through as there was no point in delaying these things. As he allowed the doorway to fall shut behind him, he thought he heard someone cry out the word “rain” in surprise.
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