(Amaia)
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The winter door closes behind us plunging us into darkness. The place we have walked in is neither hot nor cold, and yet there is a hint of evil and foreboding hanging in the air.
We drag ourselves forward. Both Rahria and Kacir are injured, although their injuries are healing quickly; they are also exhausted from the continuous fighting.
I am running purely on adrenaline and madness, knowing I might not survive long with my identity revealed to the world.
Mintaka is grieved and yet I sense his rage through the bond. He takes my free hand in his and squeezes.
With my fae eyesight, I can see better in the dark.
"I don't think any other team made it," Rahria whispers from behind me.
