Ronin's fragment flared, and he felt like his heart was trying to break through his ribs and escape.
His fragment glowed, and Ronin sighed with relief. He'd missed that glow. The one that told him he was safe, and that there was hope.
How had he survived so long being separated from it? Maybe it was because he always held out hope that one day he would return for it. They simply couldn't be separated forever.
He took a step back, now in line with Varek, who was already wielding a blade. His body similarly pulsed with energy, but his was dark, almost like the clouds that were approaching.
Solvi knelt in front of him, her hand on the floor while she mumbled a repeating series of words. It didn't seem she was getting an answer.
The dark clouds were getting closer now. Behind the storm, the rest of the Veil had become hazy and darker than normal.
And it was coming straight at them.
"Solvi, what do we do?" Ronin asked nervously.
