"We're here because the world is moving faster than we thought," I said, walking up to him. I explained everything—the ambush in the marsh, the appearance of the Djinn, the fact that she is being controlled by Pyrion, and the silence from the other Kings. "We're gathering the brood. We're not leaving anyone behind to be turned into a puppet."
Veydris listened, his expression shifting from battle-worn intensity to a dark, calculating grimness. He looked at Ingi. "So... Mother is the enemy now. A script written by a dead master. Fitting for this cursed era."
"And what about your mission?" Ingi asked, looking at the desolate glass desert. "Did you find him? Is Aurion with you?"
