My thoughts finally cleared. I understood how Setne operated, how he’d beaten us so badly up till
now.
“You’re looking for a way into my mind,” I said. “Something you can relate to and use against me. But
I’m not like you. I don’t want immortality, especially not if it rips the world apart.”
Setne smiled. “Well, it was worth a try. Especially since I made you lose control of your vulture!”
An explosion of cold shattered my avatar. Suddenly I was falling.
My one advantage: I’d been holding Setne in my claws, which meant he was directly below me. I
slammed right into him and locked my arms around his chest. We plummeted together through the clouds.
I shivered so badly, I was surprised I could stay conscious. Frost caked my clothes. Wind and ice
stung my eyes. I felt like I was downhill skiing without a mask.