"Why would it," I snapped. "Of course shadows don't work on living volcanoes. That would've been too easy." The cavern shook as the Titan lifted one massive arm, magma dripping like liquid fury, pooling on the ground with a hiss.
I swallowed hard. "So. Recap. Guns don't work. Water doesn't work. Shadows don't work. And I'm guessing 'politely asking it to calm down' is off the table."
Chubby crossed his arms. "On the bright side, Master, you already turned lava into a floor once today."
"Chubby," I said weakly, "that was panic. I didn't plan that. I don't know if I can do it again."
The Titan roared. The sound crushed against my chest, vibrating my bones like the mountain itself was screaming how dare you exist here.
Raya stepped forward, growling, golden scales flaring, wings spreading wide to shield us, two heads snapping in unison.
Prince Ford looked at me then. Direct. Steady. Trusting. "…Can you do something like before?" he asked quietly.
