Misjudgment

Priya's eyes shot open.

Darkness hung all around her. With the Crimson Rain falling so heavily, technology had almost no chance of working properly, so there were no lights to take advantage of.

Instead, she could only sit in the darkness, not even lighting candles in case that drew attention to her.

Just now, she had felt something shift, an oddity hanging in the atmosphere as though the Godsfall was turning violent.

Ever since Zarek had told her about taking more time to sense energies outside of her body rather than just absorbing what she could at the fastest speed possible, she had been growing the strength of this sixth sense of hers.

And she recognized this sort of change.

Battle.

Someone was fighting or gearing up to fight.