Chapter 85Jonah, Mavis, and Arthur followed Stanza as she wound her way through the forest of crystalline pillars in the chamber. Crunching feratu underfoot, they threaded through the glittering maze, aiming for the center of the vast space.
Up close, Jonah could see the pillars were rough and of varying sizes—some skinny enough to wrap his hand around, some too thick to bracket with both hands and still have thumbs and fingers touching. When he pressed his fingertips against the sparkling substance of the pillars, it felt cool, but not freezing cold; when he rapped his knuckles on the pillars, they felt sturdy as stone or solid metal, though they looked like glass or ice.
"What's it take to shatter these things?" Jonah knocked on a nearby pillar; it sounded solid as a block of granit
