Raziel tightened his jaw and stared at the dark ceiling of the hydraulic tunnel.
The entity dropped a quarantine dome over the entire academy and initiated a total deletion protocol.
"We are trapped on the board," Raziel stated.
He calculated the exact distance between Level -6 and the surface courtyard.
"The deletion code is eating the foundation from the top down," Caius warned.
The transfer novice dragged Zorya deeper into the Founder's room and looked at the dead body of Elector Mordecai.
"The stone guardian is gone, the ancient runes are dead. We have zero defensive magic left."
Zorya coughed and wiped the red blood from her chin.
Her unchained silver eyes locked onto Raziel's face. She felt the cold, empty void inside his chest through their permanent bond.
"You killed your own soul," Zorya whispered.
"I bought us the key," Raziel answered and tapped the heavy bronze map inside his tunic.
