It’s over. At midnight, the world’s most powerful Unveiled stood at the shore of Lochan Torr an Tuill and held the line. The rift is sealed.
And now we’re up a creek without a paddle.
Where Sir Edmund stood with his expulsion teams moments before midnight—enchanters, thread weavers, witches, mystics, the finest practitioners on the planet—there is now nothing. No bodies. No debris. No Sir Edmund.
A blinding flash at 11:59:59, and then silence. The clock stopped at midnight. The screen went dark. When it came back, they were gone.
The rift was sealed. But the people who sealed it didn’t come back.
I was with top OHR leaders when it happened. We watched it live. I saw the countdown. I felt the flash through the monitors. Now I feel numb.
We won. We. Won.
Didn’t we?
TLDR: The rift in Scotland is sealed. Nessie is back in the abyss. The people who made that happen didn’t come back.
Stay sharp. Stay Unveiled.
—Penny