Aiden’s POV

Our allies were inside the stronghold, securing the halls, making sure there was nowhere any cultists could hide. There was no room for surprises, not that we were this close to dismantling the cloud that had hung over our heads.

The turning point had been Rachel. How a manhunt had led her to desperation, how she tried but failed again; in the end (it seemed) that they had drained out all of her power. Her arms pinned to her sides and helpless, she was effectively a prisoner in the very bowels of the prison now beneath wards that would guarantee she never got out again.

As we passed...