But after everything Thok told me, after knowing what Zivra was truly capable of, I still believed my reaction was warranted.
I wasn't just panicking for the sake of it.
I'd seen what she could do. Firsthand.
And now that her ability had matured, had strengthened, she wasn't just dangerous—she was unpredictable. Whatever ceiling she once had, it had shattered the moment she put two Chosen to sleep and vanished without a trace.
Zarah, Gobbo, and Zonk didn't stand a chance.
They could end up losing their lives, and that was something unacceptable.
From the look in Zarah's eyes, though, she didn't understand that. Not really. She didn't know the threat Zivra's ability pose.
And how could she?
She hadn't seen what I saw.
She hadn't been there when Zivra's ability first stirred, or felt the dread in the air when it reached out like a cold, silent whisper through the room.
