Blood Over Bright Haven -

Tonight, he would break it.

Every floating lantern, every warmth charm in a nursery, every harvest-doubling spell that kept the lower districts from starving—it all drew from the same reservoir. The mages of the Luminari called it the "Aetheric Well." Kaelen had traced the conduits. They didn't go up to the heavens. They went down . Down through bedrock, past the catacombs, past the sealed gates of the Brine Deeps, to a writhing, silent plane of existence where something old and vast was slowly being bled dry. Blood Over Bright Haven

Kaelen knelt. "To show them."