Chapter 729: Wrong Path
It took me a moment to realize I was having a vision, and not just staring into darkness. Two murky figures conversed in low voices, their features blurred, but I could still recognized Luke and Jessica.
"And? How is she?" Luke asked.
"Asking that first? Shouldn’t you be more concerned with the intentions of two mysterious demon Lords that showed up out of nowhere?"
Luke’s voice hardened. "Don’t play games with me, I...two?"
Jessia giggled. "Now I have your attention. Both the storm and fire gates had an avatar at their head. The only thing I figured out is they’re related to the Lord of Ash, and allowed Xiviyah to mark them. Also, they don’t seem interested in fighting for control of the horde."
Luke exhaled softly. "So they won’t hurt her, then. Thank the gods."
"That’s your conclusion?" Jessia snorted. "You should be more focused on Rash’alon. He’s already gathered another two gates worth of support. Also, I think the Apostles from the southern conitnet might be leaning in his direction."
"Damn it," Luke muttered.
He started to say something else, but the vision dissipated. I woke to darkness again, but felt completely disoriented.
I lay on my back, staring up at a pale white ceiling. It was strange and unfamiliar. I reached for Fable, but couldn’t find him. My heart accelerated, and I started to pant, struggling to breathe through the panic in my chest.
A gentle sigh caused me to freeze, holding my breath. Slowly, my eyes lost the blurriness of sleep. As I made out my surroundings, I sank back, letting out a ragged sigh.