The tunnels of the Dragon Peaks were not, Yòu Lín discovered, nearly as fun when you were running for your life.
Crystals that had sparkled invitingly now loomed like teeth. Passages that had opened easily now seemed to twist and turn, leading them in circles. The light that had been warm and golden was now harsh and unforgiving, casting shadows that looked like claws.
"Is she following us?" Ruì Xuě gasped. His legs were shorter than Yòu Lín's. He was already flagging.
Yòu Lín looked back.
The tunnel behind them was empty. Glimmer had fallen behind somewhere in the chaos, her green scales lost in the maze of crystal and shadow.
But he could still hear her.
Not Glimmer. The other one. Zhàn Yù. Her footsteps echoed off the walls, slow and absolutely terrifying. She wasn't running. She didn't need to. She knew these tunnels. She knew where they led. She was playing with them.
"Faster," Yòu Lín said. "We have to go faster."
