Chapter 19

The deep caverns of the Stonebrook Labyrinth usually hummed with the low, grinding sound of shifting tectonic plates or the distant, rhythmic scraping of bone on stone. Now, it shook with the thunder of a one-woman demolition crew. Elara flickered through the gloom, a streak of white-hot intensity against the damp limestone. She appeared mid-air, her leg snapping out in a roundhouse kick that connected with a stalactite the size of a tree trunk. The stone shattered, sending a spray of gravel...