It is writing Tuesday and sometimes the shear amount of writing that still must be done makes me feeling like I’m drowning in the shear magnitude of plot. That said, I leave you with this excerpt from Chapter 20 where Actaeon and friends likely feel the same way:
As the old Loresworn spoke the sound of cascading water erupted from behind them. When they all turned, they were confronted with a deluge of water from one of the larger pillars that had opened somehow and was dumping its contents onto the floor of the large chamber.
With a yelp, the Keeper Knight ran to the shattered pillar that they had emerged from and descended the rope ladder and out of sight. Almost as soon as she had descended, the deluge followed her down into the hole in the floor. A moment later, she was spit back out as the water filled the hole to the brim and flowed over.
The Keeper Knight sputtered and struggled to regain her feet. The two Arbiters rushed forward and pulled her away from the hole. She sputtered and coughed up water, bent over at the waist, “Closed… …closed it.”
“It seems a test for the young Engineer has arisen. Will he be able to figure us a way out of it?” came the voice of the Loresworn, as though he were narrating some story.
As the cold water washed across their boots while the chamber began to fill, Wave leapt into action. He ran towards the Loresworn with lightning speed and his fist flashed out towards the old man’s face – and passed straight through it without impact. It threw him off balance and he stumbled past.
The Arbiters reached for their swords but were stayed as the Engineer raised his hand. “As I thought. It is naught but a projection. Controlled by him, likely, but a projection nonetheless.
Actaeon spoke, addressing the projection. “We are not amused by your manipulations. Tell us what to do to reverse this. You are playing games with our lives and those in all Pyramid.”
The projection took no notice, but appeared to be distressed by Wave’s punch, despite the lack of connection. “Cold… so cold. The people here are.”
“Oh, you’ll be plenty more cold than this when we’re done with you, old man,” said Wave, spitefully.
“So cold… a touch blue, I feel. Spiraling away. Take me home.”
The gray bearded man in the crimson robe began to flicker and was gone.