Although they had entered the Underground realm nearly a week ago to rescue their family and stop the Dèanadair, the clock had only ticked just a little over three hours on the surface realm.
To the ordinary world, it was almost as if they hadn’t left.
As Elder Raith had promised, the portal had indeed placed them dead center into the crux of the Eye of the Sahara in northwest Africa where they found themselves somewhat shivering in the 77-degree weather. After all, Hell had been hot, so this was a big temperature change.
The twins’ eyes were locked on the blue sky above, the sun, the white puff of clouds, their faces drawn in astonishment. They were used to darkened skies, red lava, harsh crags of lava rock and nothingness. Aron tried to look at the Sahara around them t
