The abandoned lift shaft moaned in protest as Northen forced the rusted pulley into motion. Sparks flew. Metal groaned. Avril clung to the rope beside him, cloak soaked through with sleet, face pale.
A chunk of masonry broke loose from above.
“Faster," she hissed. “They'll reach the pass in minutes."
“We're almost—"
*SNAP.*
The rope frayed. The cart lurched downward.
Northen threw out his arm. Silver fire flared from his palm, bracing the descent.
Avril gritted her teeth. “You'll burn out!"
“I'll hold—"
The cable snapped completely. They plummeted.
At the last second, Northen flung his arm downward. Flame burst from the shaft walls, slowing their fall in a searing spiral.
The cart slammed into the bottom platform. Wood splintered. Avril rolled clear, coughing, heart racing.
Nor
