Even if the world or its inhabitants didn't know it, it had changed.
A subtle change, but change nonetheless.
For a man with power has realized just what he has, and isn't afraid to use it.
That day found Ezra standing alone in the weave room, one of the most secure places at the heart of his domain, where he utilized his greatest ability, bending power to intent and changing possibilities like mist.
This was where he saw all things.
And tonight, it would be where he brought someone back.
The room was positively shivering with thick energy, the walls humming faintly as the vitality-charged atmosphere, rich from the changed world, pressed in from all directions.
Ezra stood at the center, his focus absolute. The pillar, which was his conduit for easy access to the weave, had been retracted to the floor. He didn't need a crutch for this one. He had to do it himself.
This would be the most delicate thing he had ever attempted.
