We broke through the top of the cloud layer. Setne stopped fighting, which surprised me so much, I
almost dropped him. Then coldness began to seep through my vulture avatar, chilling my wet clothes,
soaking into my bones. It was a subtler kind of attack—probing for weakness—and I knew I couldn’t
allow it. I curled my vulture feet tighter around Setne’s chest, hoping to crush him.