"The Crosspath is flawed." Huge words to say, though small in my mouth. The entirety of the gathering swayed toward me as one. Their despair tingled, acutely apparent, their doubt rippling through them, over me, breaking cold sweat out of my upper lip. My forehead. Running in a trickle down the small of my back. But I couldn't stop now, had to keep going, they had to know all of it. "The evolution of Creation is damaged, and only now, with the return of Chaos and the Mist ...