Returning to my physical vessel was like sinking into the depths of an ocean, my consciousness stretching thin as it melded back into flesh and bone. The sensation was neither painful nor comforting, but it was grounding. The Landship hummed around me, its great body shifting as it continued its slow, deliberate march across the land.
The Ordeal loomed ahead.
Time ebbed forward, its flow unbroken by hesitation or fear. The Ordeal of the Dusk arrived like the toll of a distant bell, echoing across the land with its quiet yet undeniable presence. And then, when the time came, the Ordeal of the Midnight followed, swallowing the horizon in its eerie dominion.
But the Divine Grave held firm.
