What was that small spren that had crept out from beneath Eshonai’s corpse? It looked like a small ball of white fire; it gave off little rings of light and trailed a streak behind it. Like a comet.

This had been a trap from the beginning. Suriel still floated in the air, but now she was relying on her own power, not her authority as a Judge. Pariana ran beneath her. “Do we have reinforcements coming, Judge?” “Stand down, Titan,” Suriel said, and her words were calm and certain. “I am enough.” A rifle, two sickles, three golden formation-circl