Walking into a Room that Calls you just might kill you
The Salmoon was immensely welcoming when the Milana was near. Its reaction was profound: it began anchoring itself to its spot. Fine chains of black metal and silver silky fabric began weaving together, descending into the hill below. They wove into intricate, self-reinforcing patterns and immediately infused with the ancient alter stone there, continuing their descent deep into the abyss.
Directly below the Salmoon, these chains combined with purple, pliable wood and wove around the top and bottom of the alter at the summit of the hill. They formed intricate knots around the top and base of the ancient structure, solidifying its place.
"Can you help me understand these alters as well, sister?" Mis asked, his attention captivated.
