I cleared my throat, fighting the rumble of anger from Chaos, the swirling mist battling to escape me and pool at my feet in protest. "Have you tried putting the pieces back in their rightful places?"

Dumb question, but I asked it anyway, if only to break the thick silence and kill the discomfort of the moment.

"We have." Tulip strode forward, hooves thudding on the concrete floor, big hands lifting the sword from the shelf. She returned to us, handed it to ...