“What… But I don’t understand. I had… I had everything right. I understood, I saw! What did I… Why couldn’t I—” She screamed. The oppression of the air vanished, and what had been weighing the world down suddenly lifted. Shortbeak took in a desperately needed breath and watched in horror as her sister bolted straight upright, as if locked in the vice of a gigantic fist and spasmed violently, black plumes of mist rolling off of her face as she heard the sound of something boiling and the smell of burning flesh.