The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
Ahead lay a meat-grinder of ancient brass.
"The cylinders, Lyra," Killian hissed, his chest heaving as he forced his weight onto his one good leg, preparing to throw his massive body directly into the front rank to buy me a second of space. "The seals are broken, but the pressure lines are still exposed. If you can detonate the primary feed..."
"I don't have the royal flame, Killian," I whispered, my teeth bared as I felt the fragile, flickering heat in my palms. "I have a spark. A single, unstable spark."