Learning to Love Time Loops Without Going Insane

She grabbed the mana charged weapon off the one who always had it. They were always useful in a pinch. They also made great improvised explosives if you broke them in half, tossed them, and ran like hell.

Alright, goal one in this loop: figure out if that mana well she felt in the lava flow was corrupted or not. She hoped it wasn’t. If she could add a local mana source to her core, especially one like lava that was so similar to the flame source she already possessed, she might even be able to re-manifest her spirit.

Thinking of Lodern set off her inner rage again. They had found a way to even tear her bonded spirit from her in the end, but maybe, just maybe, she could at least get him back. And possibly not even a strange reflection of him like this world’s version of her family.

This burst of rage and motivation spurred her into a run down the westernmost corridor. It took her nearly an hour, but she was back standing in front of a lava river, and she could feel it somewhere deep below.

There was a mana pool calling out to her core. It felt like the pull of a song that she could only just barely recall.

She divided into the lava.