The Repository heaved beneath me, the stone corridor raining pebbles and dust overhead as the centaurs shouted their fear, planting their big hooves wide to keep from staggering. I sank to the floor, arms over my head and rode out the attack. Because it was an attack, that much was clear, the soul-if that was accurate-of the realm crying out in its own way, a mix of fear and anger rebelling against whatever was happening.

It didn't last long, the mist within me roaring its own ...