In the healer's sector, each passageway appeared colder.

It wasn't because winter was approaching. The dying torches flashing. Instead, everyone was dragged down like damp rock by the weight of time passing without progress.

In a state of limbo between two realms, Michael lay comatose.

Never before had I felt so powerless.

Surrounded by all the books, parchment pieces, and rune maps Maya and I had collected from the old library, the scroll lay unfolded on the floor in front of me. ...