At this exact moment, Nicholas Shadowfell was punching walls. Renwick Lunaris was running through the dark. Maddox Drakencrest was departing for Greyhall Crossing. Tharos Stonehowl was in a laundry chute. Landon Solveil was unconscious. And Guinevere Lunaris was falling through a cloud city. The coordination across the continent was flawless.
Hey, Gwen. I'm here. Take a deep breath. Tell me what happened.
Guinevere Lunaris was gathering symptoms like they were limited-edition trading cards. Hallucinating. Glowing. And now hearing a dragon's voice in her head. The one she had left in her bed.
Your fear just spiked so hard I almost shifted. Tell me what I'm feeling. Tell me why.
What could she say back to the voice? That she had woken up somewhere with no memory of how she got there? That she wasn't even entirely sure if it was real? The only thing she did know was she was falling through the sky to her imminent death.
