The energy of the spell thundered through his bones, almost bringing him to his knees. He stayed upright. What else could he do?

He could feel the resistance of the entity. It was far older, far more alien than he had thought at first, and yet there was a familiar twinge to it. But people live with fear all their lives, don't they? Fear of death inspires the living, fear of obscurity inspires great deeds.

Trilby wondered, dispassionately, if this would kill him. He had never done anything on this scale before. The presence of the other two was helping direct the spell, but it was still him standing in the metaphorical floodgates.

The waters parted.

If there had been vertigo before, it was nothing compared to now. The wind rushed into the void, rippling the grass and throwing loose leaves and twigs into the air. Strangely, the three of them should have been pulled into the void, but their feet were locked into place.

"Come on," he whispered.