The One has just achieved his biggest public relations triumph ever. He basks in the adoration-but his usual impatience and anger soon erupt.

"Silence!"

His command sweeps across the city, obliterating every other noise.

But I'm unmoved. Still shell-shocked. Numb everywhere, including in places that I didn't know existed.

"My good citizens," he thunders, without aid of a microphone, "this is a truly magnificent occasion. What you have just witnessed is the obliteration of the last significant threat to our stewardship of the Overworld! Wisteria Allgood, a leader of the Resistance, has just been removed from this dimension. Forever."

He raises his arms again, and a new gust of wind brings a thin layer of ash and the horrible smell of burnt hair across the crowd. These "good citizens" begin cheering again.

I'd collapse to my knees, but I'm surrounded on all sides. Then, suddenly, there is space for me to move. The cheering turns to screaming and the crowd is surging-moving backward-and I see a fiery explosion erupting not fifty yards from where I stand.

I know that fire.

"Oh yeah!" I shout as the mere sight of it makes my heart almost burst with joy. "Oh yeah, oh YEAH!"

That's my sister! Wisty's alive! She's just set herself on fire, and that, believe it or not, is a good thing.

Chapter 4

Wisty

As sure as I am Wisteria Rose Allgood, I have only one thought: I'm gonna burn everything and everyone around me. Burn it all down.

I'll start with the death-drenched stage, move on to this ridiculously pompous plaza, then hit the whole cold city of stone-this disastrous nightmare of a world. Even if I fry myself to ash in the process, I am going to obliterate all of this, all of them.