Lyra POV
I think we should leave,” Milo says, glancing around nervously. “If someone did elemental magic here, they’re going to be really powerful. I don’t want to meet whoever it is.”
I think about the Moon Casters we met before, the ones with the strange sigils on their faces, and shudder. “I agree. We should get out of here.”
“Are you sure?” Cassian asks. He’s still looking down the chasm as if he’s waiting for something to happen. “What if they’re not really dead?”
“Nobody could have survived that fall,” I say. “You heard how long it took my rock to hit anything when I dropped it.”
“But Milo said that was magic down there.” Cassian looks deeply mistrustful. “Magic can be anything, right? Maybe they’re just floating down there in that fog, waiting for their chance to climb back ou
