Two seconds after the pull dulled, a deafening roar tore through the air, shaking everything, including the unshakable mountains.
At that same time, screams tore through Dusthollow as glass shattered from tall buildings and fell like rain on the streets.
Ladies walking calmly on the street doubled their steps, and children getting carried away by their parents in an instant.
At Dusthollow's junction, an old woman using a stick as a third leg paused, smiling. "Finally, he is back." A bad smell seeped out of her mouth as she raised her head and glanced at the moving tiny darkness turning into clouds.
She closed her eyes, readied her mouth, then threw the stick away. When her head tilted down, she began to dance in an eerie manner, then vanished as if she had never been there.
Back at Basalt Mountain, Ewen was being held in Darian's arms like a baby, sharp gasps exiting from him.
"Put him down!" Kira screamed. "Why follow us, knowing you can't withstand fear?"
