We all have demons, Crash," she said quietly. "But you don't have to let them define you.

Crash studied her. Sometimes he seemed to understand her silence better than her words.

Why are you so infuriatingly blind? Everything I do-every damn word I say-is with you in mind." -Crash

A shooting star, a cloud, or some sign from the Goddess....? One second later, the world shattered. Her father's grumbling voice was suddenly cut off by an ear-splitting crashhhh! The skylight exploded into a million pieces.

A true human would have collapsed within seconds, but not this assassin. Instead, impossibly, he grabbed Volcrian's hand and twisted it back. Volcrian heard his bones crunch, saw his fingers twist into unnatural shapes.

Abruptly the wind shifted, and his head snapped up. A scream pierced the air. It skittered across his skin and reverberated through his bones. He shivered. Suddenly, he felt as though a large hand was squeezing his stomach, tighter and tighter, making it impossible to breathe. Danger. Uncertainty. Fear...?Sora!That scream, that pitch, the direction it came from.... Crash found himself running across the ship, bounding toward the docks.Sweet Goddess—no!