Nova watched as four soldiers moved to the front of the formation, producing metal rods with glowing purple stones embedded in the handles. They shoved the poles underneath her cage and lifted it onto their strong shoulders.
Their builds were like Elijah’s, and she wondered if they, too, were stone singers. They bore the same tanned skin, brown hair, and strong features, though their eye colors varied. They were certainly of the same clan.
The men lurched toward an enormous arched doorway built into the side of the mountain, unsteady under the cage’s immense weight. Nova’s stomach turned as she bobbed and swayed inside, feeling as if she was going to be seasick.
The blue skies vanished as they entered the mouth of the tunnel, traversed down a hallway, and turned into a wide, barren rece
