Frostfang's expression remained unreadable. "I did not trust him. He spoke in riddles and refused to tell me who he was. I thought it was some elaborate trick to draw me out."
Ingi's voice was calm. "But now?"
Her fingers traced the ice beneath her feet, lost in thought. "Now, I wonder if he truly came to warn me. If he saw what was to come."
I felt my jaw tighten.
Who was this person? And why did his Magicore feel like mine?
Veydris spoke again in my mind. "We need to find out more. If this person knew about Pyrion's return a century ago, they may have also known how to stop it."
Frostfang's gaze met mine again. "I do not know if he still lives. But if his words were true… then I have already made my choice."
She took a step forward.
"I will not wait for the flames to reach my doorstep."
