Flaming torches in brackets lit the hall beyond, giving the cages around the edge a sinister red glow. Finn and Jari entered first in fighting stances, swords held at the ready. Sienna walked in behind them, Mila at her side.
The corridors from the graveyard had been empty, and there had been no challenge to the team’s progress so far — no watchers, no soldiers, no protection for those within.
But Sienna did feel a weight pressing upon her, a heaviness that drew her down with every step.
“Do you feel that?” Mila asked quietly. “I just want to lie down and sleep. It’s exhausting.”
Jari turned. “The Scryers have a dampening effect on magic. They sense it, they drain it. Don’t let them touch you.” She walked quickly to the first cage. “Perry must be in one of these.”
Sienna looked down t
