The acolyte stumbled over the hem of his robe and turned to run. It was almost laughable. How could you outrun the speed of a sound that encompassed the universe?

He made it only a few feet before long fingers wrapped themselves around his ankles. The acolyte shrieked in fear as broken limbs and crudely stitched skin pulled him to the ground, smearing him with congealed blood. The loyal corpse bound his arms in a lock, twisting him to face the Songbringer and the Mad Dancer.

Music Meister heard the blood rushing through the man's veins. So small against the greater fabric of the world. So petty. He stretched out his arm, pointing the path for his other half.

Unravel him.