155

Nerthus

I gulp painfully as I descend a set of stairs to what seems to be a bunker.

Even if Arawn’s broad shoulders are perfectly reassuring, I feel a bit lost as we reach what should be Michelangelo’s main operating base.

“Ready?” Arawn asks, making me nod.

He clears his throat, lifting his hand to pound it against the secured door and a small screen on the right side lights up, showing Michelangelo’s smiling face.

“You are late, Your Highness,” he says jokingly, making me chuckle.

“Hurry up then,” Arawn growls and a click resounds.

I pull my jeans jacket close as a cold wind blows up the stairs just as he opens the door, and we walk into a wide hall where we find Michelangelo, welcoming us with spread arms.

“Welcome, it’s this way.”

Arawn holds out his hand for me to take, and we follow him through the arched bows of the underground tunnels just as we reach a slightly bigger hall which was dismantled and is now filled with gigantic servers signaling their activity with bli