Jiro POV

The towering sandstone cliffs looked impossible. Luckily, Jiro considered “impossible” as an invitation to find an entrance, even if he had to wait for Lilia and the witches to blast one open.

Which they already had.

A smoking, enormous hole drilled through solid rock, with a cool breeze wafting through from the canyon beyond. He wouldn’t have to waste time hunting for the small caves and network of tunnels he’d read about. With ...