The sky broke like glass.

Elaria didn’t see him at first — she felt him. A concussion of force rolled through the mirrored air, shattering the silence that had clung since Kael vanished. Every surface screamed — a sound that wasn’t sound, but pressure, memory, grief. The Vale buckled inward, and for an instant she thought the world itself would simply fold and disappear.

Then the light tore open.

Rhovan came through like a wound being made in reality. The mirrored sky bent around him, ...