Blood and Rain
And just like the modern cities that choked the horizon, this empire was built on the slow, bleeding death of the environment it was supposed to protect.
In the exact center of the vast, domed chamber, suspended ten feet in the air above a circular dais, was the Anchor Stone. It was a terrifyingly beautiful object—a raw, jagged diamond the size of a war horse, pulsing with a rhythmic, sickening heartbeat of pure emerald and gold energy. This was the heart of the Aegis of Glass. Looking closely, Lucian could see thousands of microscopic, hair-like silver filaments radiating outward from the crystal, anchoring themselves deep into the glass floorboards, pumping the stolen life-force of the Wes
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