Lindon, the distant voice said. Let me help you. Lindon hesitated. This wasn’t an actual voice, just intentions translated through the labyrinth, so he didn’t recognize the speaker. They claimed they were here to help, but if he summoned them here, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself away. He was tempted. This was a chance to keep the labyrinth. But did this mysterious savior know they were about to go up against a Dreadgod? He sent his own thoughts into the labyrinth. The Weeping Dragon is here, he sent. The reply was only an instant in coming. Then hurry up!
