Chapter 18

Julian and Nathaniel exchanged a single, sharp look before breaking into a sprint. The damp air of the tunnels whipped past them, the rhythmic slap of their boots echoing off the curved stone walls. Behind them, the heavy, grinding tread of the Battle Gargoyles grew louder, accompanied by the clatter of metal. *How do these things keep finding us?* The Web Matron's telepathic voice vibrated in Julian's skull, laden with a frustrated, buzzing frequency. "They're trackers," Julian muttered...