DARKHOWLER KEEP
Finnick Shadowclaw was mid-sentence when the pain hit.
It came without warning, a white-hot lance through his chest that dropped him to one knee on the stone floor of Darkhowler's eastern corridor. His hand slammed against the wall for balance. Every muscle in his body seized with the specific agony of a shift that was happening inside a body that was miles away.
Garrett Darkhowler stopped walking. His hand went to his sword on instinct, scanning the corridor for a threat that did not exist, because the man beside him had just collapsed and there was no visible enemy.
"What the hell? You alright?"
Fin's voice came through his teeth. "I'm fine."
The pain held for twelve seconds.
At thirteen, it stopped.
