Flames that were not just destruction, but creation.
A voice, his voice, speaking words in a language he did not understand but had once known.
And then,
Pain.
A fracture.
A tearing.
And then, **nothing.**
Jude staggered, gasping as the vision faded. His knees threatened to buckle, but he forced himself to stay upright. Mira's grip was still on his wrist. Eldara and Vaelin stood ready, their bodies tense, their weapons drawn.
But the figures in the city, they simply **waited.**
Jude exhaled shakily. "What… was that?"
The tallest figure watched him with something almost like amusement. "A flicker."
Jude's hands trembled. He curled his fingers into fists to steady himself. The fire inside him was no longer just reacting to this place, it was **calling** to it.
Or perhaps, the place was calling to **him.**
Vaelin spoke for the first time. "If you know who he is, what he is, then tell him."
