Fascinating. This change was unlike anything Clocksnatcher had yet observed in all of Bridgeworld. The storm that brought the metamorphosis was a power that affected every corner of this world, and it was already dissipating. He had hoped to examine it more closely. The storm was already gone, but he could still see it in his mind’s eye.

It moved with ferocity, yet didn’t move. It caused Bridgeworld itself to move around it. But how? Clocksnatcher needed to understand this change, and he struggled to remember the sequence of events. The closer he got to examining the storm, the farther away it seemed to be pushing him away. With the dust settling, there must be some evidence left behind, but he could find nothing so far. He needed to understand it. He was sure this held the answers he searched for.

All his measurements and equations, all his inventions, all his experiments studying MAGIC… He had to find the meaning of it all.