C280 SCRAPING THE BOTTOM OF THE WELL

Damon hit the bottom of the well with a heavy splash. The liquid silver was thick, like cold honey. It didn't burn his skin anymore, but it felt like a heavy weight pressing against his chest.

He scrambled to his feet. He reached out and grabbed the Young Prince, pulling him out of the shimmering pool. They both stood on the damp cave floor, dripping with silver light.

Damon tried to growl