Chapter 99 Into The Storm Of The Third Flame

• The horizon no longer looked real.
• What had once been sand and sky had merged into a vast, swirling tempest — clouds coiling downward like living serpents of smoke and lightning. The storm screamed in tongues older than mortal memory, a chorus of the forgotten. Every gust shimmered faintly with threads of blue fire, as though the very air were aflame with restless souls.
• Kelvin slowed his horse, shielding his eyes from the dust. “This is it,” he said quietly. “The Land of the Third Flame.”