Chapter 88 The Anchor Point

• The ritual began at sunset, when the boundaries between day and night created a natural dimensional flexibility.
• I sat in the center of the village square, surrounded by a circle of skull relics that I had removed from around my neck and placed in precise positions around me. Each relic hummed with the presence of ancient spirits, their combined power creating a network of connections between life and death that would serve as the foundation for the anchoring process.
• "Are you certain about this?" Father's voice reached me through our mental connection, his consciousness weakened but was still present after all these months.