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I say. “That’s it?” Ronan asks. “Yes, that’s it.” In less than two seconds, I see myself back in the Hallow Dome. Ronan and my dad are behind, their eyes wide open. “What on earth is this place?” Dad asks in amusement. “It’s the Hallow Dome,” I say. Stretched wide were bones. “Now where is its body locked in?” Dad asks. “The deepest tunnel where the water doesn’t enter,” the Guardians whisper in my ears so that no one else hears.

"Grog, you know these tunnels better than anyone. Is there a choke point? Somewhere narrow where their machines can't maneuver?" Grog scratched his scarred, rat-like chin with a claw. "THE NEEDLE'S EYE," he rasped. "HALF A MILE NORTH. OLD SLUICE GATE. VERY TIGHT. BUT..." "But what?" "UNSTABLE," Grog hissed. "WALLS CRUMBLE. WATER DEEP." "Perfect," Jack said, a grim smile touching his lips. "Lead the way." They moved fast, abandoning stealth for speed. The rumbling behind them grew louder—a mechanical grinding sound that vibrated in their teeth. The "Diggers"—Valerius's subterranean assault vehicles—were closing in.

The delay had given the rest of the horde the time they needed. Five more massive, stitched together Husks hauled themselves out of the open shaft, completely blocking the tunnel ahead. Their bloated, chemically burned bodies dripped with liquid silver and freezing black water. Their synchronized, toxic green eyes locked onto Silas and me, completely cutting off our escape route back to the War Room. We were trapped in a narrow, dead end junction with an army of unkillable abominations. Silas stood in front of me, his chest heaving, his massive blade slick with green, necrotic sludge. The freezing aura of Valerius's dark magic was rapidly dropping the temperature in the tunnel, turning our b

"The child... Elara... did she make it to the hoist?" Abram hauled himself up, his breath coming in shallow, wet rattles. He looked toward the end of the hall where Elara’s silhouette had vanished into the shadows of the secondary lift. "She’s clear. Now help me wedge this or we’re both joining the sharks." "Brothers till the end, right?" Vane let out a jagged, humorless laugh. He gripped the pipe with Abram, their knuckles white and bloodless as they jammed the iron through the door handles. "Just like the bunker in Odessa. Except this time, there’s no getaway driver."

There were no mirrors, but I'm sure I look equally as dirty and worn down. "I suppose there isn't a way to get cleaned up is there?" I asked. "There is a hot spring just down that way." Pointing to the wall where I didn't see any type of door, but then all of a sudden a section of wall started to crack in a perfect outline of a arched doorway. Dimitri walked over and lightly pressed on the hard stone and it opened to another tunnel. This one had was slightly illuminated from source further inside. Gesturing for me to walk over to him "You can get cleaned up while I get some things situated and then I'll join you. Sound good?"

one of them hisses, the excitement in his voice cutting through the silence. I remain silent, my mind working tirelessly on what will happen next. Sable, who doesn’t stop growling at me, is amplifying the work my mind has to accomplish. As we venture deeper into the underground, the atmosphere grows increasingly oppressive. Cobwebs cling to the stone walls, and the faint drip of water echoes in the distance. The four men and a woman, their grip unrelenting, show no sign of faltering. With a few more steps, we finally arrive at a windowless room. The room is a chamber of cold stone, stinky air and harsh shadows, devoid of any hint of luxury or comfort. Its only occupants are scampering rats o

I managed to say, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper, as Dante dusted his hands off. His brow knitted in confusion, sharp eyes narrowing. "What? Where?" I clicked on the computer, opened the camera feed, and zoomed in on the room where Silvio was confined. "Silas said he was here; he must be in danger. Silvio is in the basement. We need to save him," I urged, my voice trembling with urgency.

"Are we there yet?" Damian’s eyes softened instantly in the rearview mirror. The wall didn't exist for his son. "Almost, wolf," Damian said gently. "See that mountain? The one that looks like a jagged tooth?" "The black one?" "Yes. That is the Spire. The Temple is at the top." "Is the bad bird man there?" Leo asked. Damian’s jaw tightened. "There are no bad men there, Leo. Only targets." He pulled the truck to a halt.

Slave I’m still locked up in this dungeon. I’m starving, but I’m no longer thirsty. It rained last night. A small pipe funnels through the wall and collects raindrops. I held my hands cupped together under it to catch the water and sipped it from my hands.

The jinn and Malik seemed trapped by the church. In that cramped room inside Dima's apartment—where the faint scent of a woman mingled with the smoke of old cigarettes—the night was heavy, shrouded in a stifling darkness, pierced only by a pale strand of light filtering through a tattered curtain.