Myrkan stood at the pier of the ruined port that was once the Devanshari capital’s pride, staring at the sea and beyond the horizon. His claws closed and opened in rhythm with the gritting of his teeth. Uganel had failed. They’d taken such an outcome into consideration, but none of them had expected him to be destroyed. The echo of the power released upon the spell’s completion carried through both worlds and sent shivers down Myrkan’s spine. He tried to keep calm, but his thoughts circled back to Veranesh. The infallible trap they had devised centuries ago was failing, and he couldn’t help wondering about the consequences. The wind from the sea whipped his skin with both salt and remnants of the energy, reminding him that they knew nothing of what had transpired on the other continent. Th
