Lila POV
The burning Tree of Ignis is no longer on fire.
When we emerge from the portal in the tree’s hollow, the leaves that usually flutter to an ash grave cease to fall. Shifters and demons scurry around the Inner City, and the sky, normally a vivid red, is now pitch-black. It’s like all the color has been sucked out of Hell.
I hurry in Caleb’s wake. “What do you think is going on?”
The only light visible comes from the buildings, but everything else is draped in darkness, and there’s a coldness in the air that turns my breath into smoke.
“The city is getting shut down,” Caleb answers, a crease forming between his brows.
He pivots on his heel and, grabbing my hand, leads the way through the portal again. I don’t bother asking who’s the one behind all of this. A cold, icy dread sh
