The Charges

Touching the rift, tendrils of power coruscated into Argen. Steven had explained: there were three charges. Azure was neutral; it felt cool, calm, like a verdant natural fountainhead. It saturated all things, even the other facets of the rift. Gold was positive; it felt warm, bright, like the sun on his face or the smell of home. Crimson was negative, it was venomous rage, an avalanche rushing through his veins. The neutrality permeating gold and crimson lent them a degree of control, coloring them violet and emerald to untrained eyes. Conducting pure charged rift was extremely dangerous, and extraordinarily difficult.