"The Calamity," Sidon murmured, not even needing the whole of Norman's description to know that it was true. "That must be the spirit of the Calamity, still invading the Divine Beast, trying to control it, the way it controls the Guardians. And the other..."

Why hadn't he thought the Calamity would still be there? Because he could not see it, as he could see it in other places? His hope, his optimism, hadn't even considered it.

His deep voice stuck in his throat, barely a whisper.

"Mipha."