Dark focused on the television screen directly in front of him.
Norwyn’s orb entered a large chamber that looked like a cave. The walls were made of rock and and the chamber was dimly lit. Dark didn’t know how anyone or anything could see in such a place. A distant dripping of water underscored the silence.
“You are on the ninety-fifth floor of the Eden Building,” Norwyn said. “Don’t worry, the dragon can’t hear me. By the way, she’s one thousand years old.”
“But where is she?” Dark asked.
The orb rotated, giving him a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of the chamber.
“I’m up here,” a voice said.
The orb looked up to see a pair of purple, reptilian eyes embedded in the ceiling.
“What have you come for, Norwyn?” Eden asked. The eyes slid back and forth across the rocky ceiling. The
