M'gann groaned in pain and frustration. Try as she might, she could not establish the mental link in her teammates' minds. The fire had weakened her too much, and she had used up all of her energy. She turned a desperate look to Kaldur, who obviously fought to stay conscious.
"What do we do?" she whispered fearfully. "Kaldur, how do we get out of this?"
Kaldur's lips parted, and he began to speak, but a whisper of something cold brushed against M'gann's mind, and she flinched, no longer listening to her weakened friend. Something was terribly wrong. She thought she could hear something, something faint, but it wasn't with her ears.
Once again she gathered what strength she had left and flung her mind past the flames, through the door of the large chamber, and down the hall. The feeling of wrongness increased. It was cold here, almost icy, and she shivered violently. The door at the end of the hallway was dark, and the blackness seemed to pulse. It was alive, and it was full of dark intent. She drew back fearfully, but a familiar cry of pain made her step forward.
M'gann steeled herself and opened the door. A huge man made of swirling shadows towered over a fallen Robin. The creature radiated violence and pain; it raised a hand towards Robin, who cried out as shadows engulfed him.
"No!" M'gann jerked back to herself.
"What is it?" Kaldur demanded urgently. "What's wrong?"
M'gann's chest heaved as she turned to her friend. "Their leader, he's a telepath, a powerful one. He's in Robin's mind right now. Robin's fighting back as much as he can, but it's only a matter of time. I could help him, but the fire-I'm too weak."
Kaldur's eyes had widened at her admission, then narrowed in determination. "Then there's no time to lose. Robin needs us."