C347 KAIRA'S FINAL BETRAYAL

"Hold the door! They are coming from the vents!" the General yelled, his voice strained as he shoved a heavy shelf against the entrance.

The Young Prince didn't look at the door. He didn't even look at the red lights flashing against the glass walls. He was on his knees in front of the center jar, his hands shaking as he pulled a long, pale scroll from the glowing liquid