Under normal circumstances, the assembly of ancient legends would have demanded context. At the very least they would have questioned her vision or criticized her lack of composure. But the absolute terror in her voice cut through their collective arrogance.
Camsir took off to the skies in an instant, followed closely by Lyris, then the Soul Transcendent in quick succession. The others then came to their senses and also took to the skies, charging past the confused battlelines of Ossuarists that lined the walls and the snowy plains below. Only Himothy remained on the peak, staring at his Transcendent comrades forging into the distance with a frown on his face.
And the same frown that colored his face also colored Sue's. She was in the air, using a copied aspect of space magic she'd gotten from Madoc and Osmund, and her mind was racing rapidly.
