Lincoln's POV:
As soon as I woke up I noticed that the light above Elyndor would normally bright, but today it appears gray—dull, heavy, and cold.
I jolted awake, sweats run down through all over my body. Ignivar landed on the stool, feathers are tumbled, its flame gleaming rather than burning.
"She's dying," Ignivar whispered.
Before I could ask, a shiver run through the air. The walls of the Citadel creaked like it was hit by a nowhere thunder. Each rune in the corridor glowed scarlet for a moment before it died.
"The Seer—,"
I didn't finish what was I'm trying to say. Agony slice through my chest, burning, pulsing. My heartbeat pounded so uncontrollably, it's like I can't hear the sound from my surroundings. I dropped down to the floor kneeling, trying to grab those dim red g
