Alvia threw a spear made of fire into the tunnel. It illuminated the darkness, giving her a quick view of the tunnel’s layout before disappearing into another lit room.
Miri imagined the spear sticking to the wall, but instead, she heard what sounded like sparks.
Then a roar.
She knew the roar.
It was Old Dark.
They ran through the tunnel and emerged into the Abstraction Chamber, an egg-shaped room with a high ceiling, and computers and panels everywhere.
Dark was standing in the middle of the room, flanked by two dragons—a Keeper and a Crafter.
“I must say,” Dark said, “I expected an army of a thousand to rush in here, not an army of three.”
He recognized Miri. “Miri Charmwell—what an even bigger surprise!”
“You can’t win this fight, Dark,” Miri said. “The odds are against you, a
