The door crashed open with a sound like thunder, shaking dust from the ancient ceiling.
"We leave. Now." Sylas stood silhouetted in the entrance, his green eyes hard as polished jade. "Inquisitors have found the upper passages. They're collapsing the tunnels behind them."
Naeria's head snapped up from her work, her hands frozen mid-gesture over a collection of runic symbols. "Impossible. The wards should have—"
"The wards failed," Sylas cut her off, already moving into the chamber. "Cathedral brought Flame Knights. They're burning through everything."
Soren pushed himself up from the stone bench where he'd been sitting for the past hour, his muscles aching in protest. The half-finished meal beside him, stale bread and dried meat, scattered to the floor.
Three days in these underground chambers had done little to restore his strength after the Inquisitors' attentions.
