Chapter 505: Another Vision?
Suddenly, two more powerful presences entered the fray. It was Korra and Grace. Both appeared battered and exhausted, but they walked side-by-side, their hands almost touching, like old friends. Gayron glanced over as they approached and nodded curtly at Korra. He seemed wary of Grace but refrained from attacking her.
"Where is she?" Korra asked, her voice laced with concern.
Gayron opened his mouth to respond and started to nod to the palace but froze. His eyes widened, and his tail stiffened as he slowly turned toward the battle that was taking place without the city. A burnished glow lit the horizon, creeping over the city wall and bathing the city in a sinister red light.
"What the hell is that?" Korra asked, eyes narrowed.
"That’s...a lot of fire," Gayron muttered back.
They took a tentative, almost unconscious step closer to each other, though I couldn’t blame them. A third, overwhelming presence rose behind the ocean of fire, equal to, if not surpassing, Soltair and Luke. The walls limited my perspective, but in less than a second, whatever was causing that glow came into view.
It reminded me of videos I’d seen of pyroclastic flow, only there was no smoke, just endless torrents of fire. The wall of flames stretched nearly a quarter wide and swept directly through the human and demon armies, engulfing even the battling Luke and Soltair, taking them by surprise. Building-sized chunks of molten earth and stone rained before it like miniature meteors, strafing the ground and obliterating both soldiers and demons. Only the Last Light Company remained safe within the Grand Aegis, meaning whatever spell caused such destruction hadn’t yet reached the eighth level.
The fires died out once they reached the walls, and everyone nearby, Victor and Gayron included, released an unconscious sigh of relief. But, as the third presence approached, the vision shattered once more, leaving my curiosity unsated and returning me to the suffocating solitude and darkness of my soul space.
When my soul returned, however, the soul space felt more firm, more solid, the stars glimmering just a little brighter. With the increased substance, it would be impossible to deny reality now, especially after the visions. At the very least, my soul had survived the grip of the sunpurge. For some reason, my consciousness was trapped in my soul space, and I had no control over my visions. It was unclear whether my body had as well or if I was now a disembodied soul left to wander and witness the world through visions for all eternity. Fitting, given my title.