he Sangoma jerks and twists, suspended, floating in the giant orb that contains her. The dreadlocks dance around her and snake in all directions. Each reacting to unseen forces.
The acolyte attending to the Sangoma awakens with a stir. In her chamber, he can see the liquid begin to turn a bright red as she recedes from the face of the orb. As he awoke, the acolyte had a singular thought coursing through his mind,
Turning away from the Sangoma, he rushes in the direction of his teacher, Nicodemus, Fourth Conscience of The Great Divide.