Balance.
The pool of blood had risen up to Theron's knees. He could feel the heft of it all, a crushing weight pressing down on his soul seemingly with every intention of ripping it to pieces.
Every time he sank into it, the pressure increased. But it seemed to also have a therapeutic effect on his soul whenever he stepped out as well.
Theron was slowly teasing apart the secrets of the slab, and after five entries, that was probably his greatest discovery. There was a great synergy between the necklace his father had left him and the slab, the two working in conjunction.
No, they weren't working together. It was more accurate to say that the slab was capable of excavating the foundation of the necklace for him to a much greater extent.
This made sense to Theron. The necklace always seemed to respond to his mood, absorbing energy based on his emotions. He hadn't noticed it until he started paying attention to those cold breaths he thought were just a natural part of himself.
