The stone stairs stretched high up into the old palace, cold and completely silent.
Nathan led the team upward, keeping a tight grip on Moonlight. The silver bow cast a soft, clean glow against the broken brick walls. The fight down in the vault had taken a lot out of them. Garrett was breathing heavily, his heavy boots dragging a little on the stone steps. Dillon rubbed a hand over his tired face, and Elise leaned quietly on her staff as they climbed. But there was no time to sit down and rest. The Throne was right above them, waiting in the dark.
Corvus walked right beside Nathan. The old guide wiped a dirty sleeve across his face, clearing away the tears that were still falling.
