Leon and Loriel arrived together in front of the Ascension Tower.
And there she was.
Xyra stood exactly where the portal had deposited them, her silver hair drifting without any air to move it, her deep silver eyes already fixed on the precise spot where they'd materialized.
The robe she wore made the same choices it always made about coverage, which was to say it made very few of them, the fabric doing what it could with what it had been given to work with and coming up notably short in the chest region.
Leon was not surprised she'd known they were coming. Spirit of the world — she probably knew everything that moved through it. Every person, every event, every conversation.
Including, his gut told him with unfortunate clarity, the five days on the mountain.
