We found him. We finally found Ancalagon!
I don’t understand why my son smells like all of the elements, but I don’t care. I’ll worry about that once I have him away from here and safely with me again.
Ishir told me to stay with him, and thankfully, he’s hunting Oliver and going after Ancalagon. The three of us, Avani, Merethyl, and I follow Ishir through several tunnels, finally getting to a steal door that is locked up tight.
Ishir puts his nose in the air, and I connect with his mind, smelling the scents that he smells. Hunters, scientists, Ancalagon, and other scents, the scents of shifters and supernaturals, but the scents are off. Very, very off. This must be another lair where they have been doing experiments with shifters and supernaturals.
He turns and looks at us. “Are you re
