“The time for the Chromeria to ignore things they don’t like is over,” Kip said. “High Lord Promachos, I’ve got a genius for drafting a lot of different colors not only serially but simultaneously. And I’m almost as Will-full as you are. I’m a Guile, and there’s no one better equipped for this.” “Are you the Lightbringer?” Andross asked quietly. It seemed as if history itself pulled sharply at the air through clenched teeth. No one moved. Kip knew what he needed to say. Voice firm, level: “I am.” And everyone breathed differently. The course was set. They were committed. Whether Andross was
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