CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
“Did you hear that?” Hazel asked, her voice steeped in panic.
She was standing at the top of the staircase inside Leonardo’s workshop. The old inventor had been using his seer powers to open up the enchanted wall for them when the strangest sound had pierced the evening calm. It was like metal scraping against metal.
“It doesn’t sound natural,” Walter said, visibly shuddering.
“Don’t worry,” David said, tightening his grasp on the scepter. “We’re well protected.”
All of them had loaded up with fantastical designed weapons from Leonardo. All but Oliver, whose only purpose now was to protect the precious Elixir. It was in a sealed glass jar deep at the bottom of his satchel.
As the horrible noise echoed all around them, the old inventor gave Oliver a look of trepid
