“Mercy sat up, staring at him. “Is it the owl? Is it here?” She craned herself around in her little nest of black madra, eager to see. She had been desperate to catch a glimpse of the owl. She hadn’t said why, but sometimes people could be superstitious about Remnants.”

“Mercy sat up, staring at him. “Is it the owl? Is it here?” She craned herself around in her little nest of black madra, eager to see. She had been desperate to catch a glimpse of the owl. She hadn’t said why, but sometimes people could be superstitious about Remnants.”

— Will Wight