HELEN’S P.O.V.The statue in the courtyard was melting.The massive, frozen form of the Beas encased in the cryogenic nitrogen delivered bythe Titan was dripping.Drip... drip... drip.Puddles of gray slush formed around its claws. The ice cracked."Ambient temperature is eighty degrees," Silas reported, scanning the monolith. "Thehumidity is 90%. Physics is winning, Helen. It will thaw.""How long?" I asked, checking the load on my rifle."An hour," Silas estimated. "Maybe two. And when it wakes up, it's going to be hungry."I looked at the elevator shaft in the basement ruins. The doors were gone, melted by theprevious battles. It was just a dark throat leading down to the bedrock."Leo," I whispered into the comms. "You have sixty minutes. If you aren't back by then...we're going to have to blow the Castle to bury this thing.""Copy," Leo’s voice came back, distorted by two miles of rock. "I'll be quick. I just need toask the prisoner why he's so afraid of the dark."THE HEAVY
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