Cain's POV

The stone steps echo under my boots as explosions shake dust from the ceiling above. Another blast rocks the tunnels—closer this time. My alliance tears itself apart in the ceremonial square while I carry the real prize deeper into Silver Ridge's forgotten depths.

Three levels down. Four. The sounds of war grow muffled behind tons of solid rock.

Moira's weight shifts in my arms as consciousness returns. Her eyes snap open as we reach ...