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Atop every lonely farm.
And every mansion and every house.
The profile of low hills, revealed in gold.
And in the distance, the cities gleaming like they were catching fire, without ever being consumed.
A great call.
To witness.
To witness…
“Oh, no.”
Soralisa’s strangled gasp, strained as it is against the wind, reaches her ears, pulling her out of the spell.
To witness
As one.
“The Trial of Gold starts now,” Carnaval states. “Our time is short.”
“Can you go faster?”
“Child, you will not be able to bear it.”
“Just do it,” Rubida says, hugging Carnaval’s neck. “I can—”
Without an answer, Carnaval picks her up with one hand and cradles her against her chest, together with Soralisa.
“The summon was for me, too,” the angel explains. “And with great urgency. Has something happened? I wonder…”
“Whatever it is, go faster!” Rubida shrieks.
“You two close your eyes,” she instructs.
Rubida has barely time enough to do as the angel says, and then she feels her back muscles tense and—
The wind feels like a cold slap on Rubida’s face, like a wheezing hand holding her down as Carnaval speeds up.
Candente… she thinks, but the air is pulled out of her lungs—strange sparks go off behind her eyes, and in a matter of sluggish seconds that run out of her hands like wet sand—she fades into blackness.
>Roll: best of Six.
>Roll 1d100+152, DC 240
>dubs and trips apply
(yes, Carnaval’s modifier is just that absurd)
So, last roll wasn’t about Sandora. Let’s just say that even Ansàrra’s patience might not be infinite. Oh, and Esta might be about to stumble into a world of pain… again.