The disorienting wave of energy that had scattered Edward's team had thrown Sarah and Fenris into a different kind of hell. They landed in a heap, crashing through the brittle, crystalline roof of what looked like a bizarre, underwater cathedral. Shards of the translucent, faintly glowing material rained down around them, tinkling like broken glass. Below them was not a solid floor, but a dense, spongy carpet of phosphorescent moss that cushioned their fall. They were in a vast, circular chamber, its walls lined with towering, pillar-like structures that looked like petrified coral.
A small group of Unchained warriors, a half-dozen of their toughest veterans, had landed with them. They were all shaken and disoriented, but their training kicked in. They formed a defensive circle, their weapons drawn, their eyes scanning the strange, silent chamber.
