ar Wastes stretched endlessly behind her, a desolate expanse of ash-gray plains and jagged cliffs. Few ventured into these
re's wrath. Vines wove through crumbled stone, and ancient statues of faceless figures lined the pathway, their features eroded by c
d, her voice barely audib
ntly the moment she entered the wastes. Now, as she stood before the temple, it pulsed like
reath, she st
rom the entrance. Kaelira lit a small lantern, its flickering flame c
gold. They moved like flowing water, their patterns shifting as if they were reading he
ost suffocating, yet it thrummed with an energy she couldn't explain. The deeper she went, the loud
its center stood a massive slab of stone, shaped like a door, though it bore no handle or hinges. Its surface was smooth, except f
the slab. The whispers grew louder, form
. Unbind the forsaken..
. The moment she made contact, the runes flared to life, their light blind
he brilliance of the runes. And then, a voice-deep, resonant, a
turb the silen
om. The voice seemed to come from everywhere
g," she stammered, her voice trembl
med to shift, its shadowy f
, mortal. Do you seek know
ding curiosity that had brought her here. "I seek t
thick with expectation. Then the voice retur
But to pierce it, you must awak
rack, light spilling from the fissures. Kaelira shielded her eyes as
cloaked in shadows, its eyes glowing with an unearthly light. The god's presence w
r an echo but a thunderous roar. "And now, mortal, you
She had come seeking answers. Instead, she had awakened a