There were no words really to describe the feelings that the realization of Zaatri's death instilled in us all. Despite how painful it was, we didn't have the time to lose focus. The battle still raged onward, and the threat of death still loomed over us all.
Sehaela shook Zaatri, refusing to acknowledge the truth. Her tears told a different story. She was hurt, she was angry, and still she was naively hopeful.
Things were about to change dramatically in three different ways. These events took place almost simultaneously. Only two were explosive. One was mystical and unforeseeable.
