Last of the Ascension (Verse) - 23
Etherium
Mischief remained—
but something beneath it did not.
Older.
Heavier.
She touched the cup—
circling its edge.
Scrying—
not for future, but truth.
“They said you would come.”
Not mockery—
recognition.
“For the etherium.”
He tightened—
before answering.
“You know where it is.”
She looked upward—
past him.
Then down—
to the shell nearest his hand.
“You still don’t understand.”
He did not look—
because he already knew.
“There is no etherium.”
The words did not strike—
they settled.
“Not as you imagined.”
“No light.
No balm.”
“No restoration
given.”
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