We continued to walk in silence for what seemed like forever. Amias led the way to a place the Angel-knows-where, Magat following close behind him. Lyana and I walked side by side as we kept our distance from the war chief.
A vast nothingness stretched into eternity in front of us. Red soil was under our feet while the same orange skies was over our heads. Looking behind me, I could see the retreating spectacle of the fiery tornado. Wherever Amias was leading us, it was certainly far from the Convergence.
“Are you feeling alright?” asked Lyana, breaking my reverie.
I jumped a little in surprise. “Oh, of course,” I said, nodding. “I’m fine. I feel better now,” I added.
“Are you sure?” Lyana tucked a lock of hair that was blown by the wind behind her ear. “How about, you know, the voices in your……
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