Primeval Fire (Scarlet Odyssey, #3)

by C.T. Rwizi

The admiral straightens, folding her arms across her armored chest. “Salim, right? We have a Red mystic in the camp. She looked into the book with the Spectral Star and saw the same thing you told the Imperials, including a final layer of obscured information. She said it was impenetrable.” “Not to a mystic who’s walked the Bloodway like the Hegemons of old.” There is a crackle in the tent as Salim engages his cosmic shards, surrounding his arms in dancing sparks of scarlet lightning. The Imperials recoil in shock, but the admiral’s eyes reflect an enkindled interest, a war tactician who’s discovered a new advantage. “I was not always a cog—an atmech,” Salim corrects himself. “I was once a mystic from the Yerezi tribe in the plains east of the World’s Artery. The story of how I ended up here is one I’ll save for another time. What you need to know right now, Admiral Vasia, is that the gate cannot be stopped. It will open. In truth, it was always meant to be opened.”