Calista
Anuba crested the mountain and stilled, steam rising from his flanks as he panted. I was stunned by the view. The cold wind blew like it had just finished raining, and the smell of wet clay filled the air.
The cloud was visible, and the warmth of the sun wrapped around me. For a moment, I chose to forget why we came here. I just marveled at the view in front of me.
“Soak it in, this is the last time anyone would lay an eye on it,” he growled in my mind.
Of course, he takes pleasure in killing my amusement.
Beneath the clouds sat a town unlike any I’d seen. Strange machines crawled through it—tall, thin, metallic things curled on most buildings. That had to be Blackmaw.
I slid off his back as he shifted, rising tall and bare. Sunlight poured over him, sharpening every li
