Zephyriss's wings beat silently as we flew above the city. I clung to her neck tightly, eyes squeezed shut against the dizzying heights, while Fyren flew on his own, a fiery blot against the sky. Behind us, the Star Guard trailed, fanned out with watchful eyes on the city below. It was with no small amount of trepidation that I volunteered for this, but it was a small sacrifice if it meant discovering what the church was scheming.
The only way they could have hidden the truth about Victor from me was if they were doing it on purpose, with a spell mimicking Silent Stars, or an artifact. If they had such a spell, they would have used it long ago and had it active during the battle, blocking me from seeing anything. That they hadn't meant they only had one. I was betting it was on that ship. I had to see it with my own eyes.
