Chapter 91: The Eye of the Architect
"Robert...?"
The single, fragile whisper shattered the heavy silence of the Labyrinth vault. Anise stared at me.
Her hazel eyes were wide with an impossible, agonizing hope. But her body was completely exhausted from decades of magical stasis. She simply gave out.
Her eyes rolled back.
THUD.
She pitched forward and fell out of the crystal pod.
I moved purely on instinct. I lunged forward and caught her before she hit the hard marble floor.
Her white and gold armor clattered against my heavy brass Vanguard Arm. She felt incredibly light in my embrace.
"Grik..." Kaelith murmured softly. She stepped forward, but she kept her hands far away from her daggers.
There was no hostility in her pitch-black eyes, only a profound, cautious sympathy.
"Is that her? The woman from the mountain?"
"It is," I breathed.
I gently cradled Anise against my chest. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
