C47 The Dream That Cannot Be Dreamt

There is no time for mourning. No time for a burial. It is almost midnight, and we must press on. Kaden and Enzo pull open the massive golden gates of the Palace of Storms, and we enter a hall shrouded in darkness, large windows casting pale blue moonlight onto the floor. A giant statue of Nir stands at the end, large and magnificent. And at its base sits Pike