The world came back all at once and it made Ren sick.
One moment there had been nothing but red silence where his power should have been. The next, Fist Accord poured back into his arms and legs so fast it ached, like blood returning to a numb hand. He got one foot under himself and looked up, God's Eyes locking onto the two men who hung a hand's width above the ruined paving.
Lucifer Windward was burning. The two crowns turned above his head, white and black, and the heat coming off him pushed the roses-and-copper smell back in a small, hard circle. Inside that circle the air was simply air again. He was holding it open by will, and Ren could see what it cost him in the set of his jaw.
Arthur Nightingale stood beside him and did nothing Ren could see.
