Chapter 33: Eruption
My fingers slip. The ground drops out.
“Are you stupid?” Cadence yells.
I’m scrambling too fast to argue, snatching at loose threads no one else can see, shifting the energy of the mist to cover a crowd crumbling apart as we speak.
Ash and the others do their best to organize the chaos, hauling people out of fissures and herding them back together so no one slips out of my reach. Children to the center, dreamwalkers and healthy adults to the outer edges.
But another tremor like that, or the worsening heat, or a renewed storm of scorching hail . . . We can’t survive this without help, and I’m out of tricks.
Fluffy nudges me, looping a soft, fibrous tendril around my wrist.
“Not now.” I block out the choking smoke and focus on keeping my grip on hundreds of thread
