Chapter 73
The world dissolved into a nauseating swirl of color and pressure before spitting them out onto cold, black marble. Rylee stumbled, regaining her balance as her boots clicked against the polished stone. They stood in a vast, circular chamber, its ceiling so high it vanished into shadow. Icy columns of obsidian lined the walls, and at the far end, on a throne carved from what looked like a single, massive piece of ice, sat Ghaya.
She was exactly as Rylee had imagined: imperious, beautiful, and radiating an aura of cold, untouchable power. Beside her throne stood Phineas, his arms crossed, his handsome face a mask of defiant loyalty. A few paces away, Arlo shifted nervously, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe.
“Well,” Ghaya’s voice echoed in the cavernous space, smoot
