Chapter 261-8

When the next wave struck him, Garrick stumbled, the impact sending him reeling backwards a few steps. The chorus of the dead grew louder, more resplendent, the light sending them into exultant rapture as they moved together, feet shuffling against the tiled floor. Their voices rose as one, echoing through the Gallery and filling the room with their euphoric song. Even from far off, I could hear them as they crowded the halls and corridors of the realm. They sang, so loud and clear and so utterly beautiful that I cried to hear it and felt spurred on by the elated choir. With arms outstretched either side of me, I felt the power deep within and held it there even though the agony was almost unbearable. I needed to control it, needed to focus it right where I wanted it to go. We locked eyes, Garrick and I, that final understanding passing between us and we said our goodbyes, silently, wordlessly and yet his voice resounded so loudly in my head and my heart that I knew I would always hear