Sienna opened her eyes in the Gallery of Geographical Maps. It was still the same place that they had left from not so long ago, but she felt a deep sense of loss this time. Everything had changed but it wasn’t over yet.
Perry and Mila lay at her feet, slowly sitting up as they revived from the vertigo of traveling through the blood map.
Alarms rang through the Ministry, the sharp sound a warning of attack, or perhaps an indication that it had already begun. The smell of burning hung in the air.
