Huangyan crouched in the shadows at the edge of the prison complex. The black iron key felt warm in the palm of her hand.
Morvain's paranoia had turned the entire place into a fortress.
But the fortresses had a weaknesses.
The first explosion lit up the night sky behind her. Grim's assault on the supply depot sent flames fifty feet into the air. Shouts erupted throughout the camp as elves rushed toward the fire.
It was the perfect distraction.
Huangyan moved toward the service entrance Theron had told her about. The eastern side of the prison building. Away from the main guard positions.
The door was exactly where he said it would be. Heavy wood reinforced with iron bands. The lock was old but well-maintained.
She inserted the key and turned it slowly. The mechanism clicked open.
The corridor beyond was dimly lit by magical lanterns. Stone walls lined with iron-barred cells. The sound of voices carried from deeper in the building.
