Theon raced towards the sound, Luka and Axel on his heels. Rounding a corner, he skidded to a halt at a large crevice that had appeared in the path. What the fuck? There was what appeared to be gold paint everywhere, and were those swords on the ground? Kacela was on the other side of the crevice and barked excitedly when Theon came into view. “Lightning strike?” Axel asked, coming to a stop beside him and eyeing the crevice before them. “The weather has been so odd lately.”
