Dante didn't wait any second longer, grabbing the small detonator from Lucien's outstretched hand. He didn't take his eyes off from Lilian, even as his thumb hovered over the red toggle.
"Katya, hit the oxygen now!"
The explosion roared behind them. Rock and ice from the mountain pass collapsed, burying the road.
The car sped through the night, cutting through the border. On the dashboard screens, news feeds from every major city showed the rogues were ravaging the urban centers.
"They aren't looking for the Cradle," Lucien muttered, watching a feed of a burning street in Berlin.
"And they're moving away from us," Dante said, looking at the thermal map from his laptop. "The moment we blew that pass, the main swarm pivoted toward the cities."
Lilian sat between Dante and Adrian, leaning to the back rest with slow breathing. The golden light in her skin was almost gone, and she felt very cold.
The Cradle had stopped screaming in her head, but now there was only a scary silence.
