They ran one after another, their target clearly the mountain top—the rift leading to True Death.
"Mr. Beirut! Mr. Beirut!"
Seeing the Interstice in this half-dreaming, half-awake state, Shard had no physical form and was unable to touch anything tangible; he could only make a very faint sound.
He tried calling out, but Mr. Beirut didn't respond at all. Shard pursued the figure, both of them appearing so hazy within the fog:
"Could this be another lifelong love? Are the citizens of Milestone all so passionately devoted?"
Shard muttered to himself, then had his seated self touch the Mind Crystal Ring on his finger, while his vision in the Interstice was fixed on the back of Mr. Beirut's head:
"Psychic Shockwave!"
Strictly speaking, Shard and this gentleman were not in the same space. Moreover, he was merely using his eyes to see, not following the strict steps of spellcasting, pointing with his finger at the target, which greatly reduced the power of the Psychic Shockwave.
