The mission comes quickly after the council's approval. Not that I need their permission—if I'm being honest, the Fatui's goals are simple, and I'm the one who does the work.
Still, it's been days since I saw Arlecchino in the training hall. Days since I last let myself test the power that's growing within me. The shadows still pulse in my veins, but I've done my best to keep it under control.
For now.
The Gnosis has to be my focus.
The airship cuts through the dark skies, heading southward, toward Natlan. The journey's not long, but the tension in my chest makes it feel like a lifetime. The closer I get to my destination, the more I can feel the pull of the mission. The Gnosis is powerful—almost too powerful. And I know the Fatui won't let it slip through their fingers.
I stand at the prow of the ship, staring out at the sprawling, burning horizon of the distant land. Natlan, the land of fire and flame, full of volatile energy and fierce warriors, and a place where I could take a nerve racking break from all the harbingers.