Pillars Of Eternity Golden Gaze Novels & Stories

The newcomer grimaced at her roar. "Well, well, well!" He sighed after her voice and its echo had subsided. The Elevender was very tall, with golden hair and eyes the color of lapis lazuli. Absolutely calm, he strolled to the scene of the event and looked around carefully and obviously absolutely satisfied, then looked directly at Aurelia.

"You've completely lost your mind!" I laughed loudly like a wicked woman and stared at him with a psychopathic grin and my eyebrows raised, "I just saw my death, dumbass. How do you expect me to react?" When he was about to say something, Aeneas showed up out of no-fucking-where, and I stared at him for an instant, absorbing his appearance. He looks like a fusion of our father and his mother. Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height.

Soon, I reach his room and I open the door, but because my hands are shaky, it takes a few seconds than normal for me to get it opened. When it is finally opened, I walk in and my eyes scan the entire room, looking particularly for a portrait of the sea. Finally, my eyes land on it and it is right over his bed. I rush towards it and I climb on top of the bed hurriedly, trying to reach it. When I am in close reach, I lift the portrait and I see exactly what my dad told me that I would see. A keypad. The code. Dang, I can’t remember the code!

Sylvia replied without opening her eyes and concentrating on the moving energy throughout her body. Blake then placed his hand on Tabitha’s shoulder, and they arrived at the zin garden in the Lotus Suites. Four pillars with Asian dragons coiled around them with their heads facing the sky. The fifth one was taller in the center of the garden and had the majestic phoenix with its wings spread out perched on top. All pillars were made of bronze and made great conductors as they were very deep into the ground. There was a stone bench next to the center pillar, where Blake guided Tabitha.

In the center was a hole that looked like it had been punched into the crust of the world. Steam rose from the opening, and the air hummed with a sound that made their teeth ache. This was the entrance to the Primal Well. Around the perimeter of the hole, thirteen obsidian pillars stood tall. They were connected by chains of solid silver—the same silver that had been used to cage the survivors in the Spire. "They’re inside," Elias said, his eyes now locked in a permanent, terrifying red-silver glow. He could see through the ground. He could see the thirteen men sitting around a pulsing, golden heart. They were chanting, their voices amplified by the roots of the tree.

"She’s a hollow shell." I look up, my vision swimming through the green smoke. I don't look at the Elders. I don't look at Diana. I look at Clyde. He is standing at the western pillar, his hands gripped tightly over the iron railing behind the benches. His golden eyes are two burning suns in the fog, blazing with an intensity that cuts through the silver poison in my lungs. He doesn't move his lips, but as our eyes lock, the mate-bond—the deep, cellular tether he buried into my neck last night—begins to vibrate.

After a short while, the Eternal God slows a little and whispers a few words in a language that even I don’t understand, and since being here, I have picked up on a few different tongues, that have come to me with ease. A flicker of embers appears in the darkness before two towering stone pillars begin to materialise, set twenty metres apart and tower far up, disappearing into the darkness above. I step back, watching as the engravings covering the pillars begin to glow. Thick chains materialise, pulled taught and I turn sharply to see that in the middle of the two pillars, is a woman, suspended far up. Her head is hanging, her arms stretched painfully on either side as the chains wrap aroun

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

And then, you will all burn! They reached the well’s entrance, but it was blocked by two of the trapped gods. Cole raised the crystal, and a wave of balanced energy shot out, striking them, sending them flying. They rushed into the chamber, into the Well of Origins. The well’s water glowed with a soft, white light, and in its center, floating just below the surface, was a small, golden object. The Key of Eternity. Cole reached out to grab it, but just as his fingers touched it, the chamber’s wall collapsed.

Not the white, impossible brilliance Adelaide carried like a secret star. Gold. Dense. Ancient-looking. The kind that didn’t sparkle but glowed, as if heated from the inside by a memory older than the stone itself. It bled through the projection in clean filaments, not as chaos, but as design, the way scripture appears when fire licks ink from a hidden page. A murmur broke loose around the table, quickly strangled back into silence. The sound died so fast it left a vacuum behind it, and in that vacuum the chamber’s heat seemed to press closer, eager to hear what Apollo would do.