The Arbiter looked around, its lips pursed in a slight frown. But after a second, its wings spread wide, and it rose into the sky. After ascending to the tops of the towers, it vanished, drawing a brilliant white line across the sky. A sonic boom followed in its wake, shaking the cathedral. The weaker guards screamed in pain, clutching their heads as blood trickled from their mouths and ears.
I turned, the vision breaking apart as I willed myself after it. But when the scene stitched itself back together, I stood not at the Verdant Grove, but another walled courtyard. This one I recognized instantly: the place where I had shared my first dance with Luke.
