Chapter 36 - Thirty Six

At the edge of the Southern pack's mountains, the obsolete temple carved into black stone that gleamed with a faint, otherworldly sheen under the pale light of the moon. Its walls were etched with runes older than memory, their grooves filled with silver dust that shimmered faintly, as if the stones themselves still whispered with voices from another age. Torches burned low in their sconces, their flames bending unnaturally, bowing toward the altar at the center of the vast hall.