A single moon. Agnos scanned the entire star-strewn canvas. “Agnos,” said Himitsu. “Tell me we aren’t losing our minds.” He shook his head, jaw rigid. “You’re not.” He didn’t know what to say after that, his mind reeling from the inexplicable events of the past couple of weeks. News of Mendac’s rebirth. Reports of black wings and the ability of flight. Bryson’s awakening accompanied by wings of his own, except glowing with white hot light. Celestial rings that burned around Bryson’s pupils and irises. And now, their moon was gone.
IF YOU WOULD ALL TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO THE PREVIOUSLY YOUNGEST JESTIVAN!
