Chapter 334

The chains were ancient, forged centuries ago in an age long past. Iron that old, no matter how massive or well-tempered, was no match for the weapon in Harper's hands.

The links gave way in one single, clean, catastrophic snap, and the echo of it rang through every inch of the cavern.

Harper set her palm flat against the surface of the suspended coffin. "I'm giving you one last chance," she said.