C339 EATING THE BLACK THREADS

"What have you done, you fool?" the 2nd Prince screamed. His casual posture vanished as he leaped from the throne. The floor beneath his feet was no longer marble; it had turned into a soft, heaving surface that looked like raw skin.

The Young Prince didn't answer. He couldn't. The explosion of the glass jar had sent a wave of black pressure through the room that knocked the wind from his lungs