IN THE TEETH OF THE LEVIATHAN RANGE

s. Jaspar was screaming, blaming Kaelen for destroying his destiny. Renn was desperately trying to find a way out, her Pathfinder'

! The Pulse is going chaotic! We have m

d silenced the Song. To save it? To doom them all? His hands were cut from

the Scream, but a directive. A single, clear, urgent rhythm pushing into his m

a authority in his vo

, but with the desperate certainty of a man following a lifeline

wall at the valley's edge. The Pu

ow!" Kael

ere was a low thump, not an explosion, but a precise concussive charge. The rock face sheared away, not into r

atural, but worn by ages of... something. The Pulse here was different. S

led into a cavern. Light bloomed-not from outside, but from thousands of gentle bioluminescent fungi clin

e safe.

cked everyone for injuries, her gaze lingering on Kaelen with a mix of awe and wariness. Bo

didn't see a disgraced scribe or a debt-slave. He saw a man who had broke

as a soft, stead

ange had not spared them out of mercy. It had saved them for a purpose. Their old quest-Jasp

He owed the mountain a debt far greater than the Guild's. And the only

r, breaking the reflection. The ripp