Discord smacked the panel again. Forerunner’s figure distorted, his voice stretching into nothing before the screen went dark blue with white text. Sarah couldn’t read it, but she got the message anyway. She had learned what Discord wanted her to learn. “My threat existed entirely in your head. The best puppets keep themselves on the strings. But I’m done with you now.” He turned, looking up at nothing in particular. “Equus is saved from whatever the Storm King wanted, but it’s about to become rather dull. It’s a good thing I’ve made friends with wanderlust.” He met her eyes again, raising one hoof in a mock salute. “Good luck to you, Sarah.” He vanished.