Far above the clouds where the ground appeared like a flat plane of land and ocean, Nia's dual pupils quivered malevolently, piercing through the veil of space and time to gaze upon those below.
Stationed to Nia's rear, gripping her waist atop Cloud, Tasha's expression was icy cold.
"I found them," Nia said after a moment's breath. A few dozen miles away west, she pointed toward the three Transcendents, heading in their direction, most likely tipped off by the presence of Tasha's Ritual. They were slowly being surrounded by a net. From the east, El'von came, while from the north and south, two groups of Trow rode.
It was as Therion had said. Nia didn't dare imagine the torment they were putting him through. She could hear his cries, and, at times, she could feel his pain that left her cold and hollow. Still, his insider knowledge proved useful.
