I have long wondered what the fate of humanity is. We have a spark inside, fed by our soul-bond with the Sirin. And it leaves us forever restless, searching for something. But for what? I have heard that some holy men have experienced a change, a transfiguration into something higher, something stranger. Perhaps we have to shed this body of flesh for a body of fire. Perhaps the flame in our heart must engulf us whole. Perhaps only afire can we stand before the throne of the Most High and hear our ultimate fate…
-From the personal archive of Dar Lassar the Blessed
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The Staff in BloomVoran laid Tarin down by the staff that still had not flowered. Tarin’s face was white, but his arms were streaked with blood, and his breathing was labored and heavy. Voran could not belie
