Just as the Wanderer disappeared, images flashed in front of my eyes. A dark valley and a river brimming with red water running through it... A whirling tower of scorching flames… The silhouette of a woman holding a glowing helm… and one blazing golden disc at the center of it all… As quickly as the images came, they vanished. The shadows creeping in the distance rushed and converged to swallow the infinite whiteness where I was in. I managed to wake myself up and open my eyes before the rushing darkness got to me. Gasping, I turned around. “I know where they are,” I said out loud as my eyes settled on Lyana and Magat.
“You know where are what?” Magat asked, one of his eyebrows raised.
I looked down at my hands and saw that I was still holding the glowing armor. Its dazzling light was
