Broken Chains

With a final wave goodbye, Ryan was sent out of the soul plane that he had just spent so much time in. Although on the outside only a dozen hours had passed, for him inside the soul plane, it felt like a little more than a week. Amaranthae had told him that time held no meaning inside the plane she had created with her soul, it was one of the main reasons that she was able to remain sane for so long in such isolation.

He found himself standing there with his hand placed firmly on the magical ice, pulling his arm away, he found it to be almost frozen up to his elbow. It didn't matter to him, the pain was tolerable, and he would be able to speak with the spirits without the use of his arms anyway.