Book Seven: Chapter 102

“It’s stable for now,” she said with a frown. “But I don’t suspect it will last. We should hurry.”

“Like, how fast are we talking?” Ingrid gazed up at the ceiling in trepidation.

“That depends on how much it’s raining up above.” Ratu looked up just as water dripped from the ceiling. “I may be able to command the earth, but water always finds a way.”

“It’s raining pretty hard.” Quetzalli gestured at her nose and moved forward down the tunnel. “I can smell it.”

Ratu gave Quetzalli a dubious look that she couldn’t see, but said nothing. “Let’s press forward.”

Ingrid obeyed, not that she had much of a choice. If she wanted to turn around now, there were miles of compressed rock tunnel behind them. She would be forced to navigate it all in the dark in the hope that she didn’t take a wrong turn. The transition between lava vents was always smooth, but the vents themselves were usually a mess. There had been a large hole in the middle of one vent that even Rat