Chapter 68: A prayer, a lament, a foretelling
Sophia's fingers rested on the final symbol of the first line, the altar's pale stone still humming faintly beneath her touch.
The morning sun poured its golden rays across the massive slab, its glow mirroring the shrine's ancient walls, the frost-dusted flowers at its base trembling in the breeze.
Eldric crouched beside her, his gray wool cloak brushing the ground, his green feather earring swaying as he adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses. His dark eyes, sharp with curiosity, fixed on her as the last echo of her chant, "Zha'kyr velis thoran, shal'mera vyn drae", dissolved into the air.
"What… what does it mean?" he asked, his tone low and urgent, and filled with barely contained curiosity.
Sophia couldn't blame him. She was curious too. But her own curiosity was fixed on why.
Sophia frowned, pulling her hand back, the quill and parchment slipping to her knee.
