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Kiria
Kiria recognized the familiar warmth. Where was he? She turned around but everything had the haze of a dream. Knowing that her dreams met the Unreal, she solidified her surroundings so she could see shapes and lines clearly.
She stood on the Salt Flats. The empty stretch of land mirrored the sky above so it seemed like she was floating or walking on a still lake. Firian was a distant black line shimmering on the horizon, growing larger as he walked toward her. His coat swayed behind him. He wore more confidence than she had seen in their past few encounters. It was as if he expected her to welcome him.
Bard’s words from the day before rushed back to her. And… everyone just died. Something Firian did made all her troops fall dead.
She was nervous, but something—probably someth
