Chapter 132

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Two

Beyond the doorway Selen had jumped through, Connor’s lights didn’t penetrate far. He could make out a short passage, then another doorway, then what might be a ledge.

Cold air eased through that second doorway, as when an airlock hatch was left open to create equilibrium between a ship’s environment and a starport airlock.

He thought there might be some residual stench from Selen, a hint of the imprisoned monster’s taint that scarred the otherwise fresh air.

When he returned to the main chamber, Mosiah had the crates open.

Elise stood beside the crates, jaw dropped in awe at the contents.

The old man’s head was down, his attention focused on the alien relics. “I truly am sorry for your losses, Connor.”

“Apologies can’t bring the dead back.” Connor rolled the should that had gone numb earlier. Tingling still left his fingers feeling weak, but full sensation was slowly returning.