Defiance of the Fall

Yselio stumbled out of the Faithgate, the clamor in his mind amplified by the agony wracking his body. The chains leading to the depths of his subconscious tried to drag him under, to have his Ego join the duality waiting for him. Not today. Pain became pleasure as darkness became light, and the chains were stopped in their tracks.

Yselio took a steadying breath and severed the connection. "It's done."

"What's done? You waited until the lingering faith is but a trickle, only to come back empty-handed?" Ylvin said with a shake of his head. "Silly boy."

"I'm simply following my instincts," Yselio smiled. "It's served me well so far. Generally."

"Generally, he says," Ylvin scoffed. He glanced upward like he was peering through the endless layers of steel. "Are you really leaving him be? If you're correct, this will be your final opportunity. Having two completed seals would put you head and shoulders above the competition."

"Perfection is an illusion, and the tallest trees have to face the wind. I have my own path to follow," Yselio said, slightly bowing at the veiled woman who'd silently stood with her hands clasped. "I also fear our esteemed guest would take offense."

"The Vigil will not get involved in the Flameseeking Trial," Leyara responded, her eyes flickering with the fires of destiny.

"Oh? Even when it involves an old companion?" Yselio said.

"I've already severed my mortal bonds to fulfill my duty."