Bounded Beyond The Abyss
Sorean.
He stood before her, golden eyes gleaming in the firelight, his face carved from stone. For the briefest moment, she thought she saw something there—hesitation, regret, the ghost of the boy she once knew. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, swallowed by the cold steel of his determination.
Her lips parted, but no words came.
Then she saw what lay behind him.
A golden altar. A ceremonial dagger. The ancient sigils of the God of Monsters carved into the floor in a ritual circle, glowing with sickly light.
Bab Populer