“Err, I just went out for some fresh air,” Zorian fumbled. “But that’s not important right now!”
“I agree,” Kyron said. “Kid, what was that blast? Don’t tell me this is something you did?”
“Hardly,” Zorian said. “Some kind of flares are falling all over the city, destroying everything they hit. Looks like some kind of powerful artillery spell.”
Ilsa and Kyron shared a look before turning back to him.
“Go join Akoja and the others in the dance hall,” Ilsa told him. “We’ll see what is happening and teleport everyone into the shelters if necessary.”
They both pushed past him and rushed to the roof, leaving Zorian to stumble into the dance hall in a daze. Akoja… Akoja wasn’t in the dance hall. She left. Because of him. She was out there, maybe even already dead…
He shook his head a
