Zendedari entered the maze of tunnels, his body moving with supernatural speed. He could hear every sound, the water dripping, then roaring, the high squeak of the bats, even the slight shifting of the earth itself. But he could not detect what he wished to hear most. There was no sound coming from the pools. No ripple of water, no humming, no soft breath from sleeping. No heart beating.
Caitlin was lying motionless on a rock when He entered the steamy underground chamber. He stood very still in the entrance, afraid to move or speak. She had not responded to his telepathic call to her. If she were lost to him, the monster that was Randolf would win after all.
No one would ever be safe again until He was destroyed. He shook his head. No, if she were dead, he would not leave her to face the unknown without him. Randolf would not win. He would follow her, find her. They would spend their life in the next world together.