Chapter 1124 An Illusion

• Fallon
• I snap my fingers, and a burst of silver flames ignites in a bloom of sparkles that race down the pitch black corridor, illuminating it fully. Four wolves of silver fire sprint into the shadows, leaving trails of stardust in their wake, and I follow them, much slower, glancing into darkened alcoves and open doors.
• This place is abandoned. No one is here. Every room is empty. One of the wolves returns from a journey down to the servants’ quarters several floors beneath us, underground, and my senses alert me to the grim fact that this might not work.