The Howling Throne
Vame had said those words before, but now, here, the truth of them sank into Rael’s bones.
Then the path changed.
A gateway rose ahead of them, if it could be called that. It was a twisted structure of metal and bone, standing impossibly tall, the edges shifting, folding in on themselves like something alive. The moment Rael’s eyes met it, the book in his hands screamed.
He gasped, nearly dropping it as the text moved, lines of ink coiling and writhing like living veins. The words reformed, sharp and final:
ENTER AND BE JUDGED.
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