Fabio stood at the edge of the crater... his eyes tracing the jagged lines of the cooling glass until they landed on the mangled remains of the Prism Hornet. His gaze shifted a few inches to the left... and the world seemed to tilt beneath his feet.
Paula lay there... her certified researcher's robes scorched and torn... her throat opened by a clean... surgical strike. The silence of the Inferno Hollow was suddenly broken by a sound that wasn't a roar or an explosion... but a low... guttural sob of pure disbelief.
Shane... Leda... and the rest of the Wolfberg team crowded behind their leader... their expressions mirroring his horror. They looked at the pile of dead Peak Masters... the gold-wreathed zealots... and then their eyes turned toward Kale.
