"Look at me," I command, grabbing his shoulders. "Asher, look at my eyes. Stop pushing. You are not the Anchor. I am the Anchor. You are the amplifier. You don't fight the silence. You filter it."
"I can't!" he sobs, the silver light flaring violently. "It’s eating the world!"
I don't have time to talk him down. I have to show him.
I pull him into the quiet room.
I don't just project it; I physically drag his consciousness into the mental sanctuary Kade and I built. We materialize inside the cedar cabin. The fire is crackling. The walls are thick. The absolute, profound silence of the room wraps around us like a heavy blanket.
Asher gasps, falling forward onto his hands and knees on the wooden floor. The blinding silver light fades from his eyes, leaving them wide and terrified, but h
