Flint had concerns about being in charge of a convocation of all the Chosen on Haroon but was willing to do whatever it took to heal her world. With Steel, Marten and Stash, she had barely arrived at the ancient fort in the desert before things went sideways. Juggling the needs and egos of Hands, Guides, Ministers and representatives of gods she'd never heard of was tricky. The combined volume of their different magics was frightening and chaotic.Despite their best efforts, the damage was deeper than they realized and harder to heal. Rifts to lower planes were opening and the danger of incursion imminent. Flint and her companions would need to fight on multiple fronts to restore the world before the fractures could shatter it.
