The night reigned supreme, two gentle moons sitting apart in the sky, casting scattered shadows across the vast, wounded battlefield.
Those shadows were Northern's eyes. The appalling thing was that he could see everything: Kryos battling Ul, Raven and Thalen fighting off the trees corrupted with madness, the Chaos Prince floating somewhere beyond Ul and Kryos.
Far opposite from Kryos and the rest, Jeci and Lynus trudged toward them, exhausted. Even farther away, Revant battled Koll.
All the information flowed in seamlessly, and Northern felt omnipresent—he had no trouble separating what was what. The ferocious clash of their battle pounded against his skin.
