Kalev’s POV
I grabbed Senna’s wrist just in time. My voice had stopped everyone else mid-reach. Holding onto to Senna’ wrist, everyone whipped their heads at me.
I had no idea what would happen if Senna touched that Spire. But my instincts told me it wouldn’t be good. Orrin agreed. Now that I knew it was some sort of siphon, the spire seemed even more dangerous than before.
“What are you doing?” Senna hissed at me.
“There’s another way,” I said.
The thought had hit me like a bolt of lightning, right before I called out for Senna to stop. It was unorthodox. And there would be a s**t storm.
There was one privilege I still had. Even though they’d limited my access, I was still, technically, architect of the games. So I could use this privilege.
No one had ever used it before. Hell, mos
