The sky shifts into a rose mauve and cotton fluffs stream in, tinged with a delicate pink. The brilliant sphere rising from the horizon on a bed of flames. I watch the world being reborn from the northern watchtower, positioned right before the stone ledge. I can see the farmlands that we passed in the countryside on our way to Sorcia. They mar the border like the edges of a scorched parchment. And it seems it has rolled through the land like a devastating wave.
I draw a breath—my chest complains, strained with a tense pain.
A surge of power. Heavy footsteps marching towards me.
Primus Kelan sidles my flank. He's uniformed in his full, gleaming burgundy armor.
"How did you know where to find me?" I ask.
"I sensed, felt, and followed. No matter how close or how far, I will always find you. For I always return for what is mine," he says, like he's making a promise.
But why this promise now?
