Chapter 22 A Cry For Help

• The spirit realm was quiet that morning, the silver mist curling around the edges of the floating islands like smoke from an unseen fire. Lucas stood at the edge of the cliff, the winds tugging at his robes, his eyes closed as he meditated. The lessons Arilyn had imparted over the past months had changed him, shaped him into something stronger and sharper. Time no longer intimidated him, and the four elements, water, air, fire, and earth—responded to his touch with obedience. Yet, even with all this power, his mind and heart remained tethered to the world he had left behind.
• A sudden ripple of energy pulsed through the realm, bright and jagged, and Lucas’s eyes flew open. His heart hammered. He never felt it before. He saw the grace vision about Mirna being in danger.
• “Kael! Arilyn!” he called urgently, his voice echoing across the cliffs. Both turned toward him, worry instantly registering on their faces.