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Chapter 48: Night of Shadows
Author: Mika'el Ar
last update2026-10-03 00:42:07

The crimson pulse from the black core faded into the damp air of the cellar. A thin trail of sweet smoke drifted toward the vaulted ceiling. The black crystal rested on the oilskin, quiet now. A faint red vein glowed beneath its jagged facets where Aren's blood had soaked into the stone.

Aren crouched by the cedar pillar. His fingers rested on the cold handle of his bone dagger. He breathed through his nose slow. Inside his vision, the translucent violet interface flickered once, then dissolved
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