The sky turned red at dawn.
Xin felt it first. Power rushing into his body. Not white fire. Not Gates. Something new. Raw. Uncontrolled.
The new source was active.
Everyone felt it. The five thousand people in the seventh territory. The thirty prisoners on horses behind Xin. The Makers on the eastern ridge.
One thousand Makers. White stone. Red eyes. Moving fast.
"Everyone spread out," Xin shouted.
The new power was hard to control. Xin tried to form a fireball. A lightning bolt shot out instead. Hit a rock. The rock exploded.
"Learn fast," Xin said. "Or die."
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The first Makers reached the courtyard.
Xin ran at them. His new power was unpredictable. Fire. Lightning. Force waves. He could not control which came out.
He punched the first Maker. A force wave exploded from his f
