She started running straight through the plaza, aiming to weave around the statue before her, but suddenly a line of warriors was coming at her with swords raised. Just as in her nightmare, they all towered over her and wielded the obsidian swords and spears. Rage and bloodlust painted their faces, intent on cutting her down; one of them had the eyes of a snake. At the vivid reenactment of her nightmare, Kinza screamed, throwing her hands up.
“Stop! Stop!” she yelled. “I’m not Unfettered, please don’t!” Her stomach was in her throat but they stopped inches from her.
One of them snarled and another shouted at her over the noise of battle. “Get inside!” he said before shoving her back toward the buildings that lined the plaza. They didn’t wait to see if she went before running off to take
