The safe room was a chamber about fifteen feet square, with a single bench carved into the wall and a soft light that seemed to come from the stone itself. No monsters. No traps and red veins pulsing through the walls.
Team Soup filed in and collapsed.
Renna dropped onto the bench and immediately lay down, clutching her bow to her chest like a stuffed animal. Emric sat on the floor with his back against the wall, removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. Lyra stood near the doorway with her spear leaning against the wall, arms crossed as she stared into space.
Holden sat on the opposite side of the room.
His eyes were on the floor, but he wasn't really seeing it.
He was thinking about the totem.
The Royal craftsmanship. The deliberate engineering. Someone had taken a natural disaster and turned it into a weapon.
And this wasn't the first time.
"Lyra," he said.
She looked over.
"Hmm?"
"Come here for a second."
