The sky above the Nexus Point should not have been purple. Lyra Dawnseeker stood at the edge of what had once been a perfectly circular clearing, her scholar's mind struggling to catalog the impossible phenomena that surrounded her. Three weeks had passed since they had disrupted the convergence ritual, preventing the Ashen Priestess from fully awakening Morvath's essence. Three weeks since the laws of reality had begun to fray in specific locations across Eldrath.