I watch as Evert reaches for another contestant and shouts something to him. Systematically, one after the other, Sylred’s message is passed on, until all of the contestants are linked together, joined by the grip on arms and legs, feet and hands. Using the link, the fae at the very back starts to climb up each body like a ladder of limbs. When he gets to where Ronak is, he settles himself in front, and Ronak grabs hold of his leg.
