The Dreamfire was broken.

Not dimmed. Not gone.

Broken like glass that still glowed, pieces scattered through the air.

Each fragment pulsed with life. Each fragment whispered in a different tongue.

Some called my name.

Some called Kael.

Some whispered Elyra’s new song, a hymn for freedom and ruin.

And I felt all of it inside me.

The night after the Veil’s Heart burned, Iron Howl slept uneasily. Wolves dreamed of stars falling. Children cried in their sleep. The newborn Unborn trembled ...