~Enough!~ The Sky Father screamed, severing its connection with Alchamedus. The Arakon's perceptions returned to normal in an instant, jarring him as he tried to reorient himself with his normal human perspective again.
"Thank you," Alchamedus whispered as he leaned against his staff, trying not to collapse. He debated drawing on the power in the staff, but after nearly coming into contact with the Devourer's Irik'or, he had no desire to make contact with the chaos held inside the staff.
~You must deal with that creature,~ the Sky Father advised. ~It is a threat you cannot ignore.~
"I know. You have my thanks for lending me your power. I apologize for putting you at risk." Alchamedus' bones ached as he slowly walked to the hatch leading to the tower's interior.