"This place where time forgets, that seems to reshape itself and its flow, how do we stay grounded Master, to know what is real and not?" Jolts forward, pausing, forward. Here, perhaps, her powers of farsight were strongest of all, yet almost completely out of her hands.
It was like they were fighting the world. Contained, yes, but how could they ever exit such a place where it held all the rules of time or context?
Details she and perhaps they could never know, but perhaps they did not need to. When she swept herself around, searching for the tormented bride again, Šīrāzād al-Nadīm, she saw her watching from the bank of the lake, resting, like she was so used to the confinement that she was at home in it.
"We are safe again; he cannot harm you." Sera assured, perhaps overzealously given they were still stuck here. Part of her still insisted on rescuing the ancient being that tormented them, that held this place in its grasp.
Was that still a timeless flaw to correct an impossibility? Holding on to a hope she could not achieve. She didn't know.
Syn had directed earlier that the best scenario was to retreat and tire their captor out. Perhaps that was all they could do... locked in this eternal struggle with it, bound in a duty that might never end.
Or…
That ticking came back again, the last piece of the puzzle, a large chalice-shaped clock half buried in the earth. She reached for the chalice on her belt but a heartbeat later saw it floating in the water, having come loose in her jump. It was obvious the two were connected.
Moving and then swimming forward, waves seemed to push it and her away. She tried the force, but the force pushed back against her in equal measure, knocking her back. Whatever she did, it reversed; it was infuriating.
"Nobody leaves here." The voice said from somewhere. Syn had asked if an ancient being could know fear, yet there was an echo of fear in its words, but a last puzzle to work out, bypass or...
Syn