VEINS OF ASH AND GOLD
Arrival at the Forgotten Cliffs
The wind howled like a mourning wolf. Xavier's boots crunched over black volcanic gravel, each step taking him deeper into the realm the ancients feared to name — the Forgotten Cliffs.
Xavier (low, to himself): "You better be right about this, Moses… This better not be another dead end."
The moon carved silver streaks across the jagged cliffs. Strange symbols shimmered across the rock faces — Umbra runes, ancient and pulsing with faint violet light. The kind is only visible when moonlight kisses them. The symbols moved like veins beneath living skin.
Xavie
