"I fear a dark and difficult time is coming," Phobos shouted over the roaring wind, his long hair whipping around his face. "Many people will need your help. You have been chosen as the Guardians of the Veil, but we cannot do this divided. My sister Elyion is out there, and she is the ultimate prize." Wil braced herself against the magical updraft. "Interesting... I heard the rightful heir to the throne was somewhere on Earth. What does the enemy tracking her look like?" "That's Lord Cedric," Phobos spat, his voice dripping with venom. "But he is not always in his human form. He has betrayed the crown, aligning himself with a gluttonous, magic-leaching tyrant from another realm."