Jaster kept running, passing by all the ruined houses and buildings. The basilisk had really destroyed most of Silver City. Jaster was surprised the warden hadn't done something yet.
The boy ran towards one of the fallen houses and looked down at the huge boulders and jagged pieces of building on the ground.
"I need…" Jaster didn't finish the sentence.
He dropped to his knees and began digging through the rubble, tossing aside chunks of broken wood and shattered concrete.
Dust filled the air, sticking to his skin as his hands moved faster, more desperate.
"Come on… come on…"
He shoved aside a cracked tile, then a splintered plank. But still, it was not what he was looking for.
He dug up bottles, broken glass, scraps of metal — it was everything but the one thing he needed.
"Not this… not this either…!"
Behind him, the ground trembled violently.
The basilisk was getting closer, probably mad after Jaster had taunted it with his butt.
