With Amber's slap, the grey‑white dust that had been constantly rising and dissipating from Modir's body was immediately brought under control in a way visible to the naked eye, rapidly gathering and flowing back into the old Mage's body. Yet Amber's expression didn't relax at all; instead, she looked even more severe and tense than before—she withdrew her hand and stared at Modir for quite a long time before finally breaking the silence: "This probably can only hold for a while…"
"I know." Modir gave a complicated smile, raising his hands before his eyes to look at them. "I can feel it… as a part of the memories in my mind 'loosen', I finally sense it… Amber, am I already dead?"
