Willow couldn't believe her eyes. A Spectral Gate here, underground and an explosive strapped to one of its pillars. Her heart hammered. Why was there a Spectral Gate in this place? And why was Sylas here?
Questions flooded her mind, but none of them mattered more than one thing and that was getting everyone out alive.
"I think we should get out of here," she said, her gaze flicking to the gun in Sylas's hand. He met her eyes too, his expression unreadable like he was studying her reaction to everything unfolding.
"No," Sylas said suddenly.
Ezrik blinked, scoffing. "Excuse you?"
"Oh, no, no," Sylas chuckled, turning the gun toward Navian. "You three can go but Grimm and I still have a little chat to finish."
In the distance, a low rumble shook the tunnel. Dust rained from the ceiling. The entire place was starting to cave in. Evren noticed too; his arm shot out, pulling Willow protectively against him.
