Dark Carnival

Previously

…Silas, however, felt a different kind of surge. The whispers, the ones designed to break him, had instead forged him. He knew the Ringmaster’s game. He knew the carnival fed on despair. And he knew, with a certainty that burned brighter than any fear, that they could not allow it to win. He looked at the pulsating orb, the dark heart of this monstrous spectacle, and a single, desperate idea formed in his mind. “We have to break its connection,” Silas said, his voice ringing with a newfound authority. “We have to sever the link.” He looked at Elara, then at Barnaby. “Whatever it takes.” The descent into the underworld had begun, and the true fight for their world was about to commence.