The wind shifted.
Not just in the leaves rustling or the blackness falling with an evening's approach, but in the deep, secret threads on which the world's fate rode. Far to the east, where shattered time wrenched the forests from their forms and hills crouched under remembrance, one of those doors had groaned ajar. One that had no hinges, no border—only will.
Kael felt it first. A chill down to his bones, a tug behind his breastbone as if something was pulling on a cord implanted deep within his chest.
He said nothing at first. He just gazed off into the distance where twilight crept across the horizon like bruised silk.
Elira finally broke the silence. "You feel it too."
He nodded hesitantly. "Another has awakened."
The words did not need explanation. One of the other Awoken Threads had been stirred.
