Before the first ray of sunlight touched Horus, I was already in the sky above the city, hidden in space, watching.
The world below me was dark, quiet, and suspended in a strange kind of breathless stillness. Even the wind felt slow. It was that feeling a world had right before something massive happened… the kind of silence that only existed before a war.
I let my perception spread gently through the entire city, brushing through every house, every chamber, every heartbeat.
Primus was the first person I checked. He sat cross-legged in the training yard behind Orobas's chamber, a thin layer of heat covering the stone beneath him. His eyes were closed. His aura was calm, serene and flowing with the wind. Fire essence flickered along his skin in tiny threads.
Then my perception slid toward Orobas's chamber.
