Astraea's POV
I moved through the old building as fast as I could, even though I wasn't sure how much of me was actually still here. Everything felt… off. My body felt lighter than it should, like I wasn't fully solid anymore.
My legs moved, but my feet barely made a sound, and when I looked down at my hands, they were still fading like smoke.
I was running out of time.
I didn't even know if Veylan was still here. He'd only been waiting earlier because he had planned to meet me here, but there was a real chance he was gone now, and if that happened, I didn't know what else to do.
Draven had refused to come inside with me, something about Veylan made his skin crawl, and I didn't blame him, but I didn't have the luxury of caring about that right now.
I needed help.
