A horrible chill runs down my spine. Even the yellow sun shivers in the frogs of my hooves. I feel... something in the air. Something different. Something deeply, horribly wrong. At first, I think it’s because of the other two Princes. But their streams of power were reeling and undulating, and for once, their suns were actually shrinking away, like the yellow one might have done if it were in the sky, too. I could hear surprise and alarm in Zakurai’s unintelligible voice, and Zabraxas’s tone held a twinge of... something. Discomfort? Disturbance?