Bridget let the Mapwalker team subdue the Borderlander soldiers before she entered the library. John Farren limped in alongside her, his bleak expression matching her own. He reached for her hand and they stood for a minute, taking in the ruined desolation, words failing them both.
Sir Douglas had almost destroyed the library and then escaped in the smoke and chaos, but perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.
“He has to be in here somewhere.” Bridget put her sleeve over her mouth and pulled out her torch as John did the same. They began sweeping the wreckage for the Illuminated Cartographer.
He couldn’t be dead yet or they would be overrun with invading Borderlanders, but he must be deeply wounded. The monitoring systems were in meltdown in the War Room, alarms blaring from gates all
