Fire flared, driving all the shadows from the chamber. Zola had transformed into the lilac dragon, her body squished even in the large chamber. She was breathing fire onto the two pipes, doing in ten seconds what I had struggled to do slowly and methodically with the blowtorch. The caps didn’t just melt; the entire visible portion of the pipes warped and slumped, turning to molten puddles and then hardening as the water raining from the ceiling funnels quenched the metal. Once they hardened, they sealed the access to the magma far below.
While Zola was doing that, Xervan removed the diamond charm from my thong and handed the rest back to me.
Who gave that to you? Zola boomed into my mind.
“An elf who claimed to be my cousin.” The ground was still shaking, boulders of ice dropping down,
