Ebon Blite [upd] -

One of the Echoes turned to face Elias. It had no face, only a smooth, featureless slate of obsidian where a woman's features should have been. It raised a hand, and the cold intensified, sharp enough to crack the lens of Elias’s goggles.

He held the locket up to the Prism’s focusing lens. The light passed through the glass, and then through the silver, and then through the image of the girl. ebon blite

The village of Harrow’s Halt was back. Scuffed, battered, and empty, but whole. The tear in reality was gone, leaving only a faint, jagged scar on the ground. One of the Echoes turned to face Elias

From the depths of the void, shapes began to unspool. They were tall, spindly things made of crystallized shadow—the Echoes. They were the remnants of what the Blight had eaten: twisted reflections of the people who had once lived here. He held the locket up to the Prism’s focusing lens

He slammed his palm onto the overload switch.

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