*Xander*

I was in Hell. That was the only way to describe this place. Henry walked in front of me as we made our way down a narrow path etched into the side of the violently spiked mountain toward the darkened cave that I had seen from the mountain's peak. It was dry here and absolutely freezing. Henry was dressed in what looked like a cape he’d stitched together with a variety of garments, rags, and dried leaves.

“The second the sun rises, you’re ...