The air at the bottom of the "Lung" didn't just feel cold; it felt ancient, heavy with the weight of centuries of buried power, as I stepped off the black glass bridge, my boots touched silver sand, crushed moonstone that shimmered with a ghostly, subterranean light.This was the Grave of Kings, it wasn't a cemetery of coffins, but a gallery of statues, dozens of former Alphas of the Midnight Maw stood frozen in obsidian, their faces etched in various states of command, agony, or stoic defiance, they were the ancestors Koran had spoken of, the ones whose blood was now a stagnant poison in the veins of his people.‘They are sleeping, Mother,’ the child’s voice resonated, clearer now, vibrating through my very teeth, ‘but they are hungry, they haven't tasted a Sun in four hundred years.’I walked through the rows of stone giants, the silence was absolute, yet I could hear the faint, rhythmic thrumming of the Shadow Heart somewhere ahead, a deep, bass vibration that matched the pulse of
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