The sound of boots grew clearer—metal striking stone in a steady march, echoing up the curved tunnels like the heartbeat of an approaching beast. Each clang of iron on wet rock vibrated through the air until it reached the vast chamber where Kael and his followers waited.
The lantern’s flame flickered as a draft of colder air swept in, carrying the damp scent of river water and the faint tang of oil from torches. The boy shifted his grip on his spear, his young face pale but his stance firm. The soldier stepped forward, sword drawn, planting her boots wide on the slick floor.
Kael raised his hand slightly, and the chains lying near his feet stirred at the unspoken signal. Their links rattled together in a slow rhythm, like a predator breathing through its teeth.
“They’re close,” Rian sa
