“What is it, Mom?” Malcolm's voice was insistent.

Mom waved a hand dismissively. “Forget it. What matters is we recovered the parchment. Malcolm, you need to bring your father's vision to life, before Enrique or his followers strike again.”

“But didn't Enrique just disappear from the silver prison?” I frowned. “How?“

“The perimeter scouts tracked him to the Inverse Moon Ritual Abbey.” Mom's expression tightened. “He's gone deep into hiding. Doesn't want to be disturbed. He's layered new magic to keep us out.”

Malcolm's eyes narrowed. “And you're certain he has no other agenda? No backup plan?”

Allison shrugged. “Who can say? Either way, we should focus on building what...