As I went farther away from the chaos behind me, I thought the sounds of slaughter should have diminished, but they did not.
I could still hear the cries of the dying, and I realized that I was unconsciously pushing my senses behind me, but I knew that there was nothing I could do to help, and even knowing this did not mean I could easily tear my mind away from it.
A part of me knew that I was listening for Bari and Dara, and it was almost impossible to tear my attention away from searching for the sound of their voices.
I had come down off the open ground to the south of the rock and into a shallow draw that ran south-west. If I followed this route for a dozen more miles, I should come across a small outpost with several Adepts waiting there.
Reporting what was happening was another step toward understanding what this entire calamity was about. There were powerful Mages in the Academy who had the power to stop this disaster before it got out of hand, and I needed to get to them.
