Chapter 144

Chapter One Hundred Forty-Four

All around Connor, things were coming apart.

Selen was bleeding out.

Elise was suffocating and her flesh was rotting.

Mosiah had been fried by the dark energy protecting the pendant crafted from the K’luuta technology.

Most troubling of all, the holographic displays around the reliquaries were a troubling blur of failure signals, punctuated by the dimming of the artifacts’ star-like brilliance and the tremors rocking the prison’s foundation.

Heat insinuated itself into the cold underground air, carrying with it the signature rot of the imprisoned alien.

Connor had failed.

A green holographic glow flashed in his blurry vision. What might have been one of the reptile aliens bowed. “Human species representatives…thank you.”

“Thank you?” Connor glanced around. Had something gone right, and he’d missed it? He sheathed his swords. “Your prison’s collapsing.”

“The prison has served its purpose. Years remain for it to serve its purpose.”