She grabbed Theo’s hand. He blinked, the glaze shattering. “Lena?”

“Another one. This one smells of anger, not fear. Interesting.”

A few yards further, the gorge opened into a small, impossible chamber. The walls were smooth, like polished glass, and in the center sat Theo, cross-legged and wide-eyed. He was unharmed. He was also staring at a point in the empty air, his lips moving silently.