Dale glanced at the mountain of snow before him and then at his watch again.
One minute.
One minute.“Move them out!” he ordered the guards. “Then wait for my command. Neve’s coming through any moment.”
The men quickly did so, teleporting the ice shifters to a ridge high above him, safely out of the way.
They had done the best they could, exerting a huge amount of effort in a brief space of time, but he worried that it wasn’t enough to cushion the landing.
Dale cast his gaze all around, desperate.
What else did he have to work with?
He stared at the pile of snow, where the marker lay buried deep beneath it.
That’s it, he thought. The dinaz claches. The unbinding stones.
That’s it,dinaz clachesDale shucked off his pack, retrieved the other three cage handles, and beamed about the si
