“That's not how I put it,” Aldor growled. Eldacir poised. “I only meant that maybe this place is misunderstood!”
“It isn't called the Isle of Horror for nothing…”
“There've been many expeditions here, and no one's survived except for one person, and you know who that person was?” Laurence ranted under his breath. “Your father.”
“I know,” Aldor snapped, “I just thought they might have been wrong. All of them—Willcome, Rolav...”
“We didn't come here to observe the wildlife,” Gregory said, his teeth bared. “We came to mend your b****y mistake by fixing that Stone. If you want to get this done, I don't see how blood-spilling won't be a part of it.”
The ground shook again, harder. Vibrations coursed through the ground in waves of energy, knocking them to the dirt. Only Dale kept his stance
