Darkness swallowed the cavern.
For one terrifying second, I couldn't see anything.
Couldn't hear anything except the violent rush of water.
Then—
"Kael!"
His hand closed around mine.
"I'm here."
The spring had erupted between us and the scarred stranger, forming a wall of silver water that stretched from the cavern floor to the ceiling.
The Keeper stood on the island.
His staff blazed with white light.
The chains around his body burned brighter than I'd ever seen them.
"GO!" he shouted.
Across the water, laughter echoed.
His son.
"Still protecting their secrets, Father?"
The Keeper's expression twisted.
"Still mistaking obsession for truth?"
The scarred man smiled.
"You taught me better than that."
"I taught you to seek truth."
"You taught me to fear it."
The water tre
