Borealis's call came to me shortly after R'lissea, and I left the cathedral. A stream of soulspeak filtered through my mind, showing a single tattered figure stumbling from the storm of shadow that had hung over the cliffs.
"What is it?" R'lissea asked as I stopped short, my tail sticking straight out.
"Luke!"
Haven folded, whisking me away before she could ask what I was talking about. The second my feet stabilized on Haven's entrance isle, I dashed through the portal.
