Finn’s POV
I didn’t look back.
If I turned my head - if I saw Selina standing alone on that crumbling quartz ribbon against a tide of translucent nightmares - the Alpha Command she’d slammed into my chest would shatter. And if it shattered, I’d drop the others and run to her, and we’d all die when the mountain folded.
I ran.
My hybrid muscles coiled and snapped like steel cables, my boots skidding on the vibrating quartz. Elias was a dead weight in my left arm, his frantic heartbeat drumming against my ribs. I could smell the rot on Isolde; her breathing had turned into a dry, rhythmic clicking. We were out of time.
"The Anchor!" Elias shrieked, his voice nearly lost in the howling subterranean gale. "Finn, the light is turning black! If we don’t hit the root in the next few minutes,
