His Future Sight was usually a flickering candle in a dark room, but now, it was a blinding, erratic strobe light.
Suddenly, the golden eagle beastman let out a choked, horrific sound, a ragged cry that died in his throat. He stalled mid-air, his wings locking into a rigid, trembling V-shape. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, rolled back until only the glowing whites were visible.
"Thane!" Victor roared, banking hard to avoid a mid-air collision.
The ground team, scaling the final precipice, skidded to a halt. Lucan and Exile looked up, faces twisted in primal terror. For Thane to pause for the seer to stutter meant only one thing.
"What did you see?!" Exile hissed, his massive anaconda body coiling tight against the cliffside, his scales standing on end. "Thane! Speak!"
