I faced the curse gate, staring into the depths of the black swirls. Just being near it caused my skin to crawl, and yet…
"You coming?" R'lissea asked.
She and Fyren stood in the eaves of the gate, looking over their shoulders at me. Fyren had returned to his humanoid form and held his sword in his hand. R'lissea gripped her staff tightly. She gave me a small smile, but her lip was quivering.
"I…yeah. It's just…Fyren?"
His expression hardened. He could feel what I felt through our bond. In return, I could already feel him ready to reject it.
"Fyren, would you please go into the Fire gate and other blade gate? They're so close to breaking, and letting that many out before we're ready is–"
"Absolutely not."
I cringed, tail twitching. R'lissea came back a step, trying to look me in the eye. I couldn't meet her gaze.
"Is something wrong?" she asked softly. "Is it a vision?"
