He realised he was pushing the energy into the mythical border Webber had spoken of when a sheet of something like heat haze slowly appeared and started to glow. He lay on the floor unable to move and watched the shimmering haze grow from a small, almost invisible patch to a circle the size of a church doorway. As his struggle to contain the energy flowing into him from Webber continued, as the power flowed through him and out again, the patch grew brighter and brighter and brighter. Webber started to pull back from him and Marchant fought it. He wasn’t going to let Webber drain him like that again. He pulled and tugged sharply, and physically rolled away from Webber’s pull, toward the light