Divinity commanded one’s full attention. It sucked the life from all else—even here, in the middle of the falling of a civilization. Nyaxia was the center of it all. And yet. Look at her, a voice whispered. One last time. The voice did not belong to the eye or the mask. It belonged to my mortal heart. I found Mische across the battlefield. Her eyes locked to mine. Dread fell over her face. I could hear her voice reaching across the carnage, screaming, No. But I rose anyway. I turned to Nyaxia. And when she reached for me, I went to her.
