Chapter 841 A Trap

• “Another nightmare?” Finneas opened his eyes from meditation and asked.
• “Mm, it was so frightening! Those people in burial shrouds climbed out of their coffins, grabbed my hand, and said they wanted to drag me away.” Maya’s eyes were still wide with terror as she described the dream, her shoulders quivering beneath her thin night-robe.
• Finneas listened, his brow knitting into a tight knot. A moment ago, even while he had been meditating, he had split off a wisp of his divine sense to keep watch over Maya—yet he had detected nothing unusual at all.