VADOMA IS here.
Gods forgive me.
HE’S ANGRY.
So, so angry.
And I can’t blame him. For any of it.
We shouldn’t have kept this from him.
If only we’d—
HE’S LEAVING. For the desert.
And I know Vadoma’s shown him things he hasn’t shared with me.
I could see it plain as day on his face the moment he awoke in the field after she blew her powder into his face.
It scared him.
Sam, I’m so sorry.
I wish things were… different.
But you must remember: your heart is your greatest weapon.
MYRIN.
I swear on all that I have, if you touch one hair on Sam’s head, I will end you.
You won’t hurt him.
I won’t let you.
I will stop you. Somehow.
It never should have come to this, brother.
But now that it has, I will do what I must.
SAM—
If you’re reading this, I have passed beyond the veil….
FROM THE Grimoire of Randall of Dragons:
Magic is everything.
I will take my time with it.
It cannot be rushed.
MY MENTOR will be the Great White.
This is… unexpected.
For one, we cannot understand each other.