I thought I knew loss, but the tie I’ve severed feels like I sliced myself in half.

The pain is amplified by visions of the future—overlapping and conflicting possibilities—that grow more intense with each passing day. The muddled sights have me questioning more of my reality with each passing day.

I see the deaths of everyone I care about. Azzie. Davyn. Deigo, Astrid… Everyone. I watch their destruction again and again.

Worse, Malsumis, the children vying to become her avatar, and her minions, are spreading chaos on a global scale. She’s breathing life into a level of anarchy only a goddess of madness could fathom.

If I can’t find the truth in the visions, if I can’t find a way to make myself whole and unravel the threat, all will be lost.