"Funny, isn't it?" Azriel's voice cut through the silence, sharp and cold.
"How Mira knew exactly where to find the underground network, even though the first time anyone should have heard about it was when I told them."
Amaya's expression darkened. She had no response; she didn't know how Mira knew, but Mira was right.
The entrance to the network lay before them, stretching out from the shore, a strange square formation at the edge of the dark sea. It seemed like an opening—yet not. The black surface reflected nothing, swallowing every flicker of light from the battle raging overhead.
Flashes of red and gold slashed through the clouds, and Mira's distant screams mingled with the creature's inhuman roars.
"My prince," Amaya ventured, voice uncertain, "did the other entrance, the one across the sea, look anything like this?"