Of course, all the trade and sharing of resources died when two-thirds of our population died. Not enough workers to plow the fields, mine the sand, or cut trees. Not enough manpower to stop the marauders and outlaws from running amok. Not enough craftsmen to provide goods and services. It had been utter chaos. A dark time when the people executed healers because they blamed us for unleashing the killer among them.

I’d believed we had nothing to do with the disease, but I’d since learned the healers did indeed cause over six million deaths. They’d been experimenting with mixing Death Lily toxin with Olaine pollen as a way to heal those pricked by the lethal Lilys. Instead, it had triggered the plague.

Did all my colleagues and friends deserve to die? Or just those few who lost control of their experiment? Tough questions.

And now Ryne hoped to return us to peace and prosperity. Or rather a semi-peace. The leaders of the Fifteen Realms squabbled like siblings over things like mine rights and border issues. Minor compared to Tohon’s army of the dead.

“Avry...hello?” Odd waved a hand in front of my face.

I focused on him. His brows were pinched together.

“Something wrong?”

“Hogan’s finished his sketch and wants to get moving to the next blocked exit.”

We headed back, joining Hogan at the threshold.

“How many more of these—” Odd gestured to the Lilys “—do we have to check?”

Ah, the reason for his scowl.

Hogan consulted the map. “Four more.”

Odd gave me a sour look. “Gee, Avry, if this how you treat your friends, I’d hate to see what you do to your enemies.”

* * *

We spent the next couple days trekking through the Victibus mines. I made and discarded a dozen plans to rescue Melina as we moved through the forest. Peace Lilys blocked the next exit, but at the third one a small Death Lily grew. Not big enough to snatch a man yet, its petals reached as high as my hip.

“Is that...” Hogan backed up a step.

Odd laughed. “It’s just a baby. Can’t hurt a full-grown man.”

“Should we pull it?” Hogan asked.

“No. It has a flower and is still dangerous.” I stepped between him and the Lily. Before the plague, teams of people would cull the young Lily plants before they flowered to save lives.

“But we might need this exit.”

True, but these plants had a sentient core. “Let me talk to it.”

“Uh—”

“Don’t ask,” Odd cut in.

I knelt next to the Death Lily and extended my hand. With a high-pitched hiss, it parted its petals and grabbed my arm. Two barbs pricked my wrist. Toxin flowed in me, but it wasn’t strong enough. Semi-detached from my body, I connected with the Lily’s consciousness. However, the connection remained weak. I caught a glimpse of another Lily, one fully grown a few miles away.

“How do you know where it is?” Hogan asked after I’d recovered. “We don’t even know where we are.”