The four of them did not waste another moment.
After Amy had explained her theory to her audience, they'd agreed to venture out into the center of Adiroth where the lake was situated.
As usual, it was raining cats and dogs. The rain fell down in sheets on the island, they would have been soaked the moment they stepped foot out of the manor if not for King Henri's magic. After a lengthy walk through the flooded island, Amy, Geneva, Henri and Gideon had reached the lake.
Lightning crackled, piercing the darkness of the night sky. For several moments, the surrounding was lit as if it was day. "There it is," Amy said, pointing her index finger to the huge floating crystal in the middle of the lake. "That thing, whatever that is, is capable of withstanding the enormous power of lightning
