Or—

Vex backed toward the edge of the isle. "What story?"

Kaelen's fingers tightened on the Tol-Sen. The broken tuning fork was cold against his chest.

His chest began to hum.

Kaelen looked at the crowd of the restored—hundreds, then thousands, then more than he could count. The amber sky above the Shattered Horn began to change, the clouds swirling into patterns that had not been seen since the First Kawaks sang the world into being.

Vex stepped back one step too many. The void took him without a sound.

Vex stumbled backward. "What are you doing? Stop—"