The roaring purple wind tore across the black glass floor, sweeping snow, sharp rock splinters, and black ash into the high freezing air. The whirling tornado of dark fire rose fifty feet into the night sky, cutting off the snowy path to the northern ridge and trapping Marcus and Kaelen inside the glowing crater.Marcus Gray stood in front of Kaelen, his dark eyes fixed on the shadowed face of the High Warden. He held two of the black iron keys tight in his right hand, while Kaelen held the other two against her chest with her bruised left arm.The High Warden stepped through the dark mist, his true form visible now that his golden mask had fallen away. His face was a shifting void of black shadow, set with two burning purple eyes that glowed like hot coals in a dark room. Long robes of woven black wire fluttered around his thin frame, clicking against the frozen ground with every step he took."You think a simple magnetic trick can stop the final audit?" the Warden rasped, his voice