The lock was huge. It was a circular array of stone rings, each covered in ancient Wolf runes. They were spinning slowly, out of sync.
"Okay," Primrose muttered, her breath coming in panicked gasps. "Okay. Think, Prim. It's just like the 'Lock-Pick Minigame' in Level 4."
She touched the stone. It was freezing.
The Wolf howls at the moon. The moon pulls the tide. The tide feeds the earth.
"Wolf. Moon. Tide. Earth," Primrose whispered.
She spun the outer ring. Click. A wolf symbol aligned at the top.
Behind her, the battle raged.
"HOLD THE LINE!" Konrad screamed.
Primrose's hands shook. She spun the second ring. Click. A moon.
"Primrose!" Caspian called out. "Hurry!"
She spun the third ring. Click. A wave.
One more. The Earth.
She tried to turn the inner ring. It was stuck. Frozen solid.
"Come on," Primrose grunted, pushing with all her might. "Don't be stubborn! Move!"
A shadow fell over her.
