The darkness closed around my soul. This time, I could hear the engine turn, and in the darkness, I could feel two paths open before me. For a moment, I wanted to take the first, but there were too many questions I needed answers to in the second door, and so I took it.
I woke to the sound of my own heartbeat, gasping, my body whole but my mind still echoing with the memory of unmaking. The cold touch of death coming from behind me could barely shake me from the memory of being erased.
Raising my hand, I froze the knight behind me in the air; the tip of the knight's blade was an inch from my neck. I glanced behind me to see the armor floating a few feet off the ground, held up by a dozen threads of lightning.
I looked at the spike I just pulled out of my head; it was a bit too large for Inscription work, and I threw it aside and picked up three spikes that were closer to the one I used in the last loop.
