Behind her, the corridor burned. The paralyzing panic that had clouded her head with senseless worry changed to adrenaline. Finding the Dark One so soon assured her that she wasn’t too late. The wall of Seidr flame guaranteed her more than enough time to get to Rune and meet up with Aaric in the stables. The halls twisted as Kallan sprinted, panting as her pounding chest aligned with the rhythmic patter of her feet. After descending further into the darkness, she made a sharp corner and stopped in front of the oak cell door. Kallan stared. The hall was quiet here. So quiet she found it too easy to let her thoughts drift. She thought of his smugness, his arrogance, his regal confidence on the other side of the door. Kill him, she thought. He must die. He should die. But then what? The Dark One unleashes his rage on the city and countless more die in the process.
