you are varang’s daughter and You hear the scrape of restraints before you see him. Kneeling on the ground, hands bound behind his back, shoulders tense- Loak. Sully’s son. The one Varang dragged in like a trophy. Varang steps forward, shoving the human weapon into his field of view. “Teach,” she commands. “Show me how to use the thunder.” He glances at the gun, then back at her. “There is no thunder,” he says flatly. Varang’s brow furrows. Her grip tightens. “Liar.” You step out from the shadows