Pacard shook his head emphatically. “Once the process begins, not even the Master can stop it.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said, determined. “Take me to her.”
The third floor’s corridor was surprisingly more narrow than the second and was divided into different sections. In front of us loomed a brass door that separated us from the next part of the hall. It was outfitted with a strange contraption made up of an array of spring gears that I was thankfully familiar with—it was reminiscent of the gate outside of Eleanora’s mansion. A sudden click announced our picture being taken as a disk on the door began spinning furiously. It stopped a moment later as bright red letters materialized on its screen.
UNKNOWN
