The building towered before us, rising so high it was almost touching the clouds. And that was just the wall. Even by comparison everything else seemed impossibly massive, from the front gate which might as well have been a bank vault door with the amount of locks attached to it, to the smoke and steam belching chimneys that were turning the sky from sapphire blue to the darkest black. People were scurrying about with heavy machinery and carts loaded with something I couldn't make out from here so the whole place was, un-ideally, buzzing with life

Inside the walls I could just about make out what seemed to be a factory that was whirring away, filling the air with the harsh clangs and screams of metal on metal. It was also emitting a hell of a lot of heat because it sure as hell wasn't this warm a second ago. Then there was the smell, it was a sulphurous odour with the scent of smoke and sweat mixed in for good measure, a cocktail that burned your nose and clung to the walls of your throat for good measure.

The three of us were standing, gaping with our mouths open at the sight of this monstrous machine of people and parts but internally I could safely say I was screaming in horror and fear. How in the name of good queen Liz were we going to get into that!? Those were walls were not undefended, oh no, I could see rocket launchers from where I was standing. ROCKET LAUNCHERS! Patrols of guards marching neatly along the top of the barbed wire lined paths certainly didn't help my confidence either. What on Earth had we gotten ourselves into this time?

"What the hell is that?!" I announced loudly.

"I'm not sure," Sheira said, her voice hinting that she was as equally terrified as I was.

"That's Fort Knox..."

"You wouldn't be far off," Shadow muttered as he pulled out his multitool and flicked it out into the binocular setting. He peered carefully at the structure and then pulled away with a frown. "This isn't good."

"I don't think we needed you to tell us that mate."

He gave me the annoyed side eye. "Can you two see that banner thing on the big building, it looks like two buckets pouring something into a mould, yeah that one, well that means that we're in big trouble. That banner belongs to a group called the Forgers Guild."

"I've heard of these guys," Sheira said her face turning an ashen grey, "it's not good."

"I haven't," I said cheerfully.

Shadow rolled his eyes, "for the one that doesn't know anything about our world let me explain why we don't want to be messing with these guys. The Forgers are a group of Metals who specialise in making weapons, machines and defence systems all capable of mass destruction, then they'll just sell to the highest bidder, not giving a damn what you use it for, you could start world war three and so long as you paid in full they wouldn't care. If the gold keeps flowing they'll keep the doomsday devices pumping out like clockwork. That's what their emblem shows, gold and sweat makes metal."

"Gross," Sheira said with a shudder.

"Kind of. I don't know who this factory's producing for, I know for a fact that Molly has some under her payroll, but I don't remember seeing this one. Then again I don't really want to get close enough to find out, Forgers are notoriously unfriendly, so I really hope you were right for once."

"Wait what?" What did he just say? "About what?"

"Scarlett's errand runners making a beeline for the horizon instead of coming here. Forgers use captured prisoners as a workforce, cheap labour that they barely feed, barely water and they're never allowed to rest. They don't care so long as they do their job and get a decent amount of time out of them before they drop dead from exhaustion."

"That's messed up," I murmured, "and we're going in..."

"That we are. C'mon let's get a move on before someone sees."

We crept closer to the Forgers Stronghold, keeping low to the ground and close to the barren rocks that surrounded the building like a moat to avoid being spotted from above. We reached the walls, which never seemed to stop going up from this angle and hugged the towering brick tightly. So far so good. From this distance I could hear loud bangs, screaming metal and an army of marching footsteps that made the ground shudder and a symphony of other metallic sounds coming from behind the towering walls.

The heat was another thing. It had been just about bearable on the walk down but now it appeared that we had somehow walked down into Hell. The air surrounding us was sooty and black and it was almost impossible to breathe through and acted as a vessel for the temperature, because it was burning in there with flecks of embers gently sailing past our faces like the whole world was on fire. What didn't help the situation was the fact that the Forgers were pumping excess slag and molten metal into these monstrous vats that lined the walls like batteries to a great machine.

I held Sheira's hand firmly in my own as we crept forwards in the pitch-black smoke, my other hand outstretched to avoid a face first collision into Shadow who would occasionally drift into view like one of those freaky things from the Mist (You know, the one with the really depressing ending). We stayed completely silent, the dull thuds of machinery probably obscured any sounds we made but if these guys were capable of making giant death machines then they had the capacity to make a decent microphone.

Suddenly hearing Shadows voice through the smog was enough to make both of us jump in fear, but we followed the sound until we came across him, pressed against the wall, barely visible through the smoke. He had his hands pressed against the stone and flowing out of them like a sticky lake of ink were curling ribbons of darkness that hugged tight to the wall, bubbling and frothing while Shadow had his eyes closed in deep concentration. His eyes moved under his closed lids as my gut instinct told me that he was seeing through the wall somehow.

His eyes snapped open and in one quick motion flung his arms wide, the shadows wrapped round his fingers as if he were a puppet master. The wall then proceeded to open like the door to freaking Diagon Alley, but I doubted that Dumbledore was there to lend a hand (Then again Molly did have a few Voldemort-y tendencies). Dust spilled into the already filled air and as soon as the gap was wide enough Shadow darted inside and due to the fact that we really didn't have much of a choice, Sheira and I were hot on his heels.

Our entrance sealed behind us almost instantly, a thin crack revealing how we had got in in the first place. It was pitch black inside, so I snapped my fingers, the sudden orange glow casting long flickering shadows over our surroundings. It was some sort of storage room, with bits and pieces of machines pressed into every corner and the heavy scent of oil and grease filling the air. Well it was better than outside, we were going to choke to death out there but in here if we get caught we work until we drop dead of exhaustion. Wonderful!

"Well this is cosy," I said because the unnerving silence was on the verge of driving me mad. The two of them glared in unison at me so I promptly shut up.

"Where are we?" Sheira asked, gazing around the room.

"The east side of the complex, just close enough to the wall so I could make a bridge. I don't think anyone's going to find us in here, the dust doesn't look like its been disturbed in years." He swiped a hand over a crate to prove his point, it came up ashen grey.

"What's the plan? I quizzed. "Please god tell me we do have a plan."

"Calm down weirdo, we do."

"Which is? I swear to god if you say find the gem and get out..."

Shadow frowned, "basically yeah."

"I'm going to kill you."

"I invite you to try but hear me out for one second. From what Blondie said the 'Vulcan Star' is probably a firestone and therefore is giving off a lot of heat which means I can make a pretty good guess at where it is."

"Pretty good?" I said doubtfully.

Shadow rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Shut up and listen."

All three of us then proceeded to stand there for a few seconds in silence, the dull thuds of the factory echoing dimly along the walls. But other than that, we couldn't hear anything new, not a sausage.

"Are you just trying to make us look stupid?" I asked.

"Shut up!"

"But there's nothing there," Sheira said, she was clearly as confused as I was. "It's almost silent."

Shadow snapped his fingers towards her, "exactly! This place should run off coal or some other fuel source but there's no sound of combustion engines, we'd hear them clearly from in here but there's nothing, which could only mean–"

Sheira's eyes widened in realisation. "They're using the Vulcan Star as a fuel source. Why didn't you just tell us that in the first place?"

"I. Um. Err..."Shadow trailed off, defeated, "never mind. Oi, boy, over here."

"If you said that to your waiter you'd be lynched," I grumbled as I marched over.

"Hold your hand out, palm upwards, yeah like that."

"If you make me set myself on fire I swear to god– Ouch!"

Shadow didn't seem to be bothered that he just hit me. "You're a Fire which means we can use you to hone in on the gemstone through its heat signatures. Don't look at me like that, this is quite advanced."

"Oh joy."

"Close your eyes and focus. Eyes shut I said! Why do I even bother...Okay let's go. Heat is always surrounding us, everything gives it off whether we notice it or not. Find that warmth and lock onto it, find the layers and don't let go, its like wearing a glove." He made an impressed noise, "well your fingers are glowing so we're getting somewhere."

"I can feel it, its like I've got thermal vision."

"Good, now start scanning."

I slowly turned, a dull glow filling my vision. I picked out Shadow and Sheira easily, their bodies red and orange, Sheira's temperature much lower than my other companion's. Then I saw something that hurt to look at. "Woah..."

"What is it?" asked Sheira.

"Its just this white light and burning, hotter than anything I've ever seen. I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say that's what we're aiming for."

"Bingo, where is it?"

I opened my eyes, blinking away the white spots, and gestured in the general direction I had seen the intense heat source. "Its central but at the back. Come to think of it, its probably under those huge cooling towers we saw."

"Alright then, lead the way Jeeves."

I grumbled in annoyance but didn't say anything as we left the relative safety of the cupboard and ventured out into the grungy, metallic corridors that worked their way through the facility like a network of veins. Every surface was covered in soot and grease and the accompanying smell lingered permanently in the air. The echoing sound of marching feet and whirring machines reverberated down the passage ways. It was like the game Inside, humans as mindless drones and their superiors watching greedily from above. I only hope that this didn't have the same ending (That was a weird ass ending).

Shadow and I were leading up front while Sheira hugged closely to our backs, watching the rear and making sure that no one could sneak attack us. Every now and again I held my hand up and scanned for the heat source, which was steadily getting more and more blinding the closer we ventured. If I still had my ability to see, or the tips of my fingers for that matter as the temperature was actually beginning to get uncomfortable, by the end of this then I would be greatly surprised.

Shadow stood beside me, a vortex of blackness whirling on the palm of his hand and took the important role of making sure we weren't going to get jumped by the higher ups of this hellhole. Whenever we reached a junction he would step forwards and throw the balls of shadow down each of the corridors, where they would come zooming back promptly and flicker if we had company and needed to get the hell out of dodge.

It proved to be very useful of more than one occasion such as when a block of workers limped by us, their feet and necks chained with heavy irons. Or when those carts of molten metal were guided down the halls, hissing and steaming soon to become tools and weapons that my mind couldn't possibly imagine. Or more alarmingly when we caught the back end of something monstrous, hauling its way around a corner, its heavy footsteps lingering in our ears for a good five minutes later. I really didn't want to get a closer look at what that was.

This place was like Hells version of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Every door we zipped by had steam or smoke shooting out of it, metal hissing, people crying out in pain and a constant surge of unbearable heat. The whole place made me angry. It was 2018 and people were still being treated as cheap labour, nothing but slaves and the rest of humanity didn't know anything about it. The Elementals truly did live in another world.

We walked on, trying desperately to block out the tormented screams of those poor souls who were trapped here. I closed my eyes and scanned for the heat signal again and winced. It was unbearable now, the light was blinding, and the temperature felt like my skin was about to peel off, so that was why I didn't notice that the other two had suddenly come to a jarring halt. I apologised to whoever I had walked into and as my vision gradually began to return I noticed why my friends faces had turned the colour of cold porridge.

There was a girl, my age maybe, dressed in rags, a basket of scrap metal clamped in her thin grip. She was so skinny and grimy I couldn't tell how old she was, only that she was scared as her big wide eyes stared right back at us fearfully. The iron door behind her was just what we needed and of course we had fallen right at the last hurdle. Or maybe not, she hadn't screamed yet, maybe we were in luck.

"Hey there," I said gently, "don't worry we're not going to hurt you. We just want to get into that room behind you."

She still looked incredibly afraid, but after a few moments of opening and closing her chapped lips, she found her voice. "Are you here for the gem?" She spoke with a broad Scottish accent.

I nodded, "yeah, that's right. We'll just take it and get out and if there's no power this factory can't run so you lot can leave."

That was not the right thing to say as she hung her head miserably, "look mister even if you do take the gem they'll never let us go. They'll starve us, they'll just let us die..."

"What's your name?" I asked.

She looked confused for a second, "Cecily, name's Cecily."

"Alright then Cecily, what if we can find a way to make sure that doesn't happen?"

I caught a confused sound from my friends, but I kept my attention focused on Cecily. She cocked her head slightly in interest. "What d'you mean?"

"What if we could bring this whole place burning to the ground? What if we could find a way to make sure you all get out."

"You're mental! That's impossible."

I shrugged, "here's the thing, I have a habit of disappointing people who say something is impossible, I'm incredibly reckless and stubborn in that way."

I could have bet money on the fact that I just heard Sheira say 'Not just in that way'. Cecily pondered for a second and blinked those big saucer sized eyes at me. "Could you do that?"

"Well we got this far didn't we? Trust me, at this point in our little adventure we should have died about a hundred times at this point, but we're still here! I think, we could be ghosts for all I know or zombies, but that's besides the point. You up for it?"

She studied the ground for a few seconds, pondering and she looked up and I knew that she was on our side. The fear in her eyes had died away slightly and what replaced it was a look of steely determination. She nodded firmly, "you got it. But if you want to get through that door you'll need one of the masters, only they have clearance."

"I'll be right back," said Shadow mysteriously and he promptly vanished down one of the corridors.

Cecily gripped her scrap box tightly again and looked at us with a glimmer of hope in her gaze. "Well, good luck...and thank you." She scampered away down the corridor and out of sight.

A brief silence stretched out as Sheira and I waited for Shadow to return with his master plan. "You do know we're on a time limit right? We can only spend another hour or so here."

"I know."

"And you do know that there's a very high chance she might betray us?"

"Yep."

There was a pause. "You're too trusting."

"What's wrong with that?"

"You leave yourself open to being stabbed in the back."

"Better than thinking everyone's out to get you so you resort to living your life as a lonely hermit."

"You do know you're talking to a girl with trust issues, right? A girl who avoids strangers at all costs and now doesn't even know if her friends back home are even on our side?!"

My expertly tuned anxiety senses were going into overdrive as I felt that Sheira was on the verge of a panic attack. "Don't think about that, just take a deep breath in, hold it, then let it out. In, out, in, out...You okay now?"

She nodded slightly.

"You wanna know something? The only reason I manage to make it through this mad, crazy world without melting into a puddle of screaming anxiety with the whole mentality that the world is doomed, is because I put some faith in the rest of humanity. Yeah, most of the idiots in power are actively making the planet that little bit crappier, but it's the little things like someone returning your wallet when you've dropped it, or someone giving you that extra quid when you're low on Tube fair or when you go walking and that little puppy comes running up to say hello. Its those little things that keep up your optimism to keep pushing forwards, to walk in the storm of shit we call society right now because there's always a little glimmer of light in the dark, and that's what makes everything worth it."

"Wow... that was very poetic," Sheira smiled.

"Thanks, I surprise myself sometimes."

The two of us spent a few seconds giggling like schoolkids until the sound of approaching footsteps sent us both hugging the wall like we were at a school disco. I silently summoned a ball of fire to my palm and steeled myself to thoroughly ruin someone's day when Shadow rounded the corner, with a hostage being frogmarched in front of him.

The man that had several tendrils aimed at his throat was a big beefy man in his late fifties, with thin balding hair and a fat face that had the colour of a boiled ham, his black beady eyes peering evilly at us. He wore an expensive suit that was being thoroughly ruined by the veritable fountain of blood spurting from his nose.

"Where did you get that?" Sheira asked in surprise.

"One of the storage rooms, the poor girl in the corner looked very happy to see me when I bounced his face off a mine cart."

"You're not going to get away with this," the man snarled angrily.

"Oh, shut it fatty." Shadow's tendrils pressed lightly into the skin of the man's bulging neck, "just open the door real nice like."

"Never," he protested, he squirmed but he wasn't going anywhere, he was very much trapped.

I sighed and pulled out Incaendium and examined the blade casually. The sudden outpour of nervous sweat from the man's forehead was very much the look I was going for. "Look mate, you got three options here, either she turns you into a human sized ice lolly, he recreates that acupuncture scene from Final Destination or I barbecue you from the inside out, what's it going to be?"

"Screw you."

"Congratulations, you've chosen option four, cooperation. Right this way sir, your feedback has been greatly appreciated."

The man was marched over to the retinal scanner on the wall and with a pulse of green light and a light click, the massive iron doors began to pull apart, groaning and protesting the entire time. The jet of sulphur scented air billowed outwards, smacking us all in the face and sending half of our little group retching. It was very possible that we were walking into hell here.

Holding our breaths, we pushed forwards, into the mechanical unknown. I then promptly forgot about the vile stench of rotting eggs as my jaw crashed to the floor in amazement, and a collective gasp rang between us as we took in the sights. Imagine every factory level of a video game and then role it into one and bam! You had what we were looking at. The metallic floors clanked with every footstep and the constant puffs and creaks of gears and jetting steam filled the surrounding air. Massive tanks and vats made the room resemble a witches kitchen with potions of red and white bubbling metal being cooked up in front of our very eyes. Pipes twisted like ivy over every surface and the giant AC units struggled to keep up with the hellish temperatures.

It was incredible.

I quickly pushed the majority of the heat away as we wove through the pipes and engines, following the rising temperatures instead of my heat vision which without a doubt would have blinded me in an instant. The labyrinth of steel finally opened up, revealing a monstrous cradle of wires and tubes situated directly below a massive cooling tower that was not doing its job very well. An orange light lay suspended in the centre, the Vulcan Star was in our sights.

"The Core area of Undertale anyone?" I said wiping away the sweat.

"That's just what I was about to say," said Sheira.

"Whatever," I heard Shadow grumble. He was busy tying up our hostage and with a final command to 'Stay' he stepped up to join us in our investigation of the stone.

We inched forwards and peered closely at this gem that single-handedly had the ability to supply power to this entire factory, it could probably barbecue a human being in a second or melt your face off like you were re-enacting Raiders of the Lost Ark. By the sounds of it, this was one of the most powerful elemental stones in our universe, similar that to an Infinity Stone on the scale of Badassery! I hopped closer and looked down and then stared some more at what I had expected to take in.

"Is that it?" I asked in disbelief.

It was tiny, no bigger than that of a decent sized watch face and not much wider. The whole thing, if it didn't char my skin like my Aunt Gabby's attempt at a Sunday Roast, could have fit comfortably in the palm of my hand. The ripples of orange and white light that danced across the surface were more along the lines of cool, but it was a midget in all other regards.

Sheira leaned closer, "even I have to admit that I was expecting something a little bigger."

"Well size isn't everything," Shadow flinched and then rounded on me, "don't even think about it." I put my hands up in surrender as he examined the Matrix like collection of wires closely. "We need to figure out a way of removing these things quickly, the moment the power levels start to fluctuate we'll be expecting company."

"And we're already on a time limit," Sheira pointed out.

"So, let's make this quick," he said, taking out the specially designed box from his backpack.

He carefully examined the best way to go in and gently reached out with an arm of shadows that slowly snaked their way forwards. The darkness bubbled as it came into contact with the surface of the gem but with Shadow gritting his teeth the tendril slowly wrapped around the gem and began to tug lightly. All of us held our breath. And then a sudden shrill noise screamed above our heads making all three of us jump in shock. The lights in the room plunged to a deep red as the siren wailed from every direction.

"What did you do!" Sheira screamed over the din.

"That wasn't me!" Shadow yelled in response.

While those two argued over who had brought an air raid down on our heads, I snapped my head this way and that trying to find the culprit. The flashing lights didn't help my focus but a sudden flash of red in the corner of the room sent a sick feeling plunging to my stomach. Our prisoner had somehow managed to slam the alarm button with his face and was now hopping like the wind very intently in the other direction. I called after him which alerted the other two and then before I could blink, a cannonball sized shot of darkness slammed into the guys head, sending him crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

"Is he dead?" I asked as we ran past the seemingly lifeless body on the floor.

"Don't care," Shadow called out in response.

For once I could agree with him, we had bigger problems on our hands. One of those just happened to be the army marching down the corridor towards us. My first thought was 'Wow, that was fast' and my second, (Which seemed significantly more important) was 'Oh god, were all going to die.' But then again, at this point what else was new? Shadow was clearly aiming for self-preservation as well, as he shoved the two massive door shut and bound line after line of shadow round the frame, making a web of blackness.

The army at the door were now pounding to get in, the iron straining against the black webbing which was already beginning to fray. That wasn't good. Sheira was frantically trying to freeze the doors shut but her ice was naturally melting faster than it could form and my contribution of trying to melt the iron wasn't going well either.

"This isn't working!" I yelled panicked.

We were all pressed up against the door trying to put all our weights behind it, but the loud, rhythmic booms signified that they were now using a battering ram to punch down the door. This was not going to last for much longer. Somehow over the din I heard Shadow snap his fingers and then wave to get our attention. I turned to him and saw him press a finger into his chest and then pointed to us two and judging by his next direction, and Sheira's noise of horror, he wanted us to move.

'Trust me' he mouthed as I exchanged a look with Sheira who simply shrugged. Shrugged! We are officially doomed. I sighed and waited for Shadow's command as he counted down, 3 – 2 - 1. I bolted for it and dived behind a tank of something green and fizzy while Sheira did something similar. I watched the doors as the webs strained ready to snap and then– Crash proceeded to drop out of the sky and promptly sat in front of the doors and wasn't about to budge any time soon.

"Well that works," I said as I emerged from my hiding place.

"Not for long," Crash rumbled, "all it'll take is something bigger than me and bam! We've got company."

I sagged my shoulders dramatically, "you know I was just beginning to have hope."

"Well now its up to you to get us out of here," Shadow said as he shoved the box into my hands.

I'm sorry, what?! How...When... "Why me?!" I settled with.

"He's right, Sheira said. For a brief second, I thought she was talking to me, but no, "You are the only one who can withstand the heat up there."

"But, I still can't touch the thing!" I protested, "I can't use those weird tentacle things, I'll melt!"

"Use gloves! Now move it!"

I was trapped in a two to one decision, so I had to go along with this madness, but so help me god if I got fried! I stalked angrily over to the nest of wires and tubes and examined it closely. It seemed that the best way to go about this was to just rip the thing out in one go, we couldn't make the current situation any worse so why not give it a whirl. I opened the box and peered inside for anything that could help, taking note of the wire net where the gem was supposed to sit, but other than that there was nothing.

Hmm... I looked around to one of the workbenches at the base of the platform and spied a pair of gloves. I retrieved them and slipped them on. They were real heavy duty, thick hardened brown leather, designed for hard work and judging by the singe marks on the material, designed exactly for this purpose. Safe in the knowledge that my chance of burning had decreased I reached over and gingerly clasped the gem in one hand. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that nothing had happened, and I still had my eyebrows. Without any further hesitation I pulled back quickly and with a loud popping noise and the sirens really belting their song out at top volume the Vulcan Star sat freely in the palm of my hand.

I examined it for a moment, running my thumb over the surface and getting a strange sensation from the tiny jewel. This thing...not only did it feel almost alien, but I could feel it was more powerful than any of us could ever believe. We were not meant to have this. A loud bang at the door switched my focus so I dropped the stone into the box, shoved it into my backpack and ran back to my friends. Crash was still acting as our blockade but the other two looked very worried indeed.

"I've got the stone, and I'm still alive!"

"Good to know, but did you happen to see a way out while you were over there?" Sheira asked, almost desperately.

I could feel the colour drain from my face, "oh god."

"This is the only way in and therefore the only way out, and we've got an army blocking the way. Trust me, we've looked," Shadow looked as downcast as the rest of us. "The only option I can see is making a run for it."

"You're mad!" I exclaimed.

"I've done it before, all you have to do is hop on Crash and were home free."

"Uh...guys?"

"I still don't like our chances," Sheira muttered.

"Guys?"

"It's our only option," I sighed.

"Guys!"

"What?!" Shadow yelled to his beast.

Crash snorted in annoyance, "I'm trying to tell you that they're gone! They've left!"

After exchanging a look, the three of us ran forwards and pressed our ears to the metal. Crash was right, they were gone, all of them, the only sound left was the thudding heartbeat of the forgeries. It was both relieving and unnerving.

"We need to get out of here now," Sheira said, "They can't have just given up, they've just gone to get reinforcements."

"Exactly, I'll check if the coasts clear and then we can make a break for it."

The blackness began to swirl around Shadows hands when I, still one ear to the iron, heard something. "There's something there!" I yelled, "there doesn't seem to be more than one but its moving fast, oh and of course its coming straight towards us!"

We backed away, except Crash who stood bravely facing down the door, and watched with bated breath as the sound got closer and closer. They were unmistakable now, heavy, rhythmic footsteps that were sprinting in our direction. It wasn't human, or an animal for that matter, so what the hell were we about to see?

"Any ideas?" I called out generally.

"Nope. Our only hope is that whatever that is, it isn't an automaton or we're really dead."

"What the hell's an automaton?"

CRASH! Whatever it was, had hit the door at full force and had punched its way through. Metal screamed, and dust rained from the ceiling as the creature hauled its way through the gap it had made. It gave me a few seconds to stare and realise that I really needed to write my will. It was a robot, a monstrous, twenty-foot-tall machine plated in silver metal, with demonic red eyes and magma pumping inside its belly so it glowed molten white. It had a stocky body, long legs, claws that were as long as I was tall and whirring drills for teeth set evenly inside its massive maw. It peered down at us and roared, rattling the pipes as the sound bounced around the room.

"That," Shadow said quietly answering my question.

"RUN!" Sheira screamed.

And that's exactly what we did.