13
LINCOLN
Myla marches out onto the uneven ground of the Eminence Cavern. I stay at her side and rest my hand on the base of her spine. Together, we move deeper into the cave.
Eventually, the light from my torch falls upon the stage proper. Myla lets out a low whistle. “When you said a giant skull, you weren’t kidding.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve been here. I’ve forgotten how odd it all seems. Looking at it now, this place is very clearly from a different universe.”
Myla presses her palms onto either side of her head. “My igni are singing in my brain.” She slowly lowers her hands. “And they sound like a really complex choir. It’s lovely, actually.”
“I hear your igni from time to time. It’d never describe their voices as lovely.”
“My igni always sound like children. These ones ar
