Hadjar turned toward the lightning and froze. He’d expected to see anything from a skilled tracker who had followed their footprints to a messenger sent by the God of War, Derger. What he saw, however, was something entirely different.
Swirls of animated, oily darkness boiled like water on the surface of reality above one of the snow-capped peaks. And then, with a burst of primal fury, a Thunderbird emerged from its lingering captivity, glittering in all its splendor. It was a fierce Wild God, with a wingspan measured in dozens of feet, and it clawed its way to the top while screeching and summoning its namesake, causing a storm to slowly start brewing as it moved in their direction.
The Storm Bringer was breathtaking to behold, but the Thunderbird couldn’t match the excitement in a wa
