For a moment, it’s all I can do to stare. Thanks to my blindness spell, Zoya looks like an enchanted suit of silver armor that exists in a world of total darkness.
“Last time I came to Wulfhelm, the fires burned me,” says Zoya. “That’s because I was in your lands for the Prism Master. His ill intent set off the protective flames. Now, I come here because I wish to help.” She re-sheathes her sword. “I hope the lack of fire proves my intent.”
“It does,” I state.
“Is this your vita?” asks Zoya.
Grayson moves to stand at my side. “I am.”
Even though this is a terrible situation, I feel a swell of pride at hearing these words from Grayson.
“You never knew my father,” says Zoya. “He was a true partner to the osmos quintessence. Queen Xao would create mirrors that would appear in the great
