Varek had yet to sleep. Ever since the fight with Magnus Vaelor, his mind was running too wild. Even though the battle was over and his adrenaline had long burned off, Varek had too many questions.
He'd been in another dimension. That wasn't something you could just sleep off.
He also couldn't take his thoughts off of the woman he'd met.
Sol.
What had she meant, her Shattered Veil?
She acted like she owned the place. And yet, she wasn't able to give him any answers.
He'd just ended up more confused than before.
The city around him was absolutely decimated, especially near the Iron Gate, which was somehow still standing. The metal had been blackened from explosions, and it tilted at an awkward angle.
Many buildings had fallen into themselves, people's already wrecked homes now beyond hospitable. This place wasn't their home anymore. It was the wreckage of a warzone.
Turn around, the voice hissed in his mind. Go back to Vaelor. Cut his throat and be done with it.
