Ingi didn't disagree. The Patriarch simply watched as a stray bolt of golden energy hit a marble pillar, turning it instantly into fine white sand without an explosion.
"Fafnir is right," Ingi rasped, his golden eyes reflecting the terrifying glow. "We are Kings of the Elements, but he is the Sovereign of the Source. Right now, he is a god trapped in a nightmare. If he doesn't find a way back to himself, there won't be a North—or a South—left to fight for."
Luviyah looked at the terrifying "monstrosity" that was her husband, her heart breaking even as her instincts screamed at her to run. She could feel the child within her kicking, responding to the violent, mournful pulse of the father it had never met.
