Ivar sucked in a sharp breath, coming back to his senses. Salome was still holding the defence, and he growled, elongating his claws to continue the fight.
“That,” he rasped, gesturing to a nearby doorway, “is the cell we need. Forrest and Joaquin are trapped there.”
“You’d better be right!" With her energy already over-extended from prior spells, Salome summoned her magic once more. Stretching out her hand in the air before them, she created a protective shield, blocking the power attacks of the Firstborn; it was clear, though, that the shield alone would not suffice for long.
“I need help," Salome admitted through gritted teeth. “To push this in the right direction. You can touch it from the inside.”
"Your wish is my command!” Ivar responded with a nonchalant nod of his head and took
