Dark flew low across the roof of the Hall of Governance, flanked by Sage, Brownigan, and Lister as a section of the Hall crumbled behind them.
“The blast worked,” Dark said.
“That probably took out a few hundred,” Sage said. “We’re doing well, my lord.”
They landed on a slanted roof and entered a dark, dragon-sized opening. They ran through a tunnel and emerged in the Abstraction Chamber.
Norwyn was engaged in multi-consciousness. He looked disturbed by something.
“What is it?” Dark asked.
“Fenroot is on the premises,” Norwyn said, disconnecting from the Abstraction Machine.
“The northern tower has fallen,” Dark said. “It was quite the spectacle!”
“The real battle begins now,” Norwyn said, spreading his wings.
“We are as ready as we will ever be,” Dark said, training his eyes to t
