Pillars Of Eternity Golden Gaze Novels & Stories

Fireplace, bookshelves, a half-smoked cigar, leather seating and, on one wall, a large ornate mirror. It’s around eight feet tall and five feet wide. The gilded frame is covered in floral details, but hidden amongst the flowers are small Dragon-like creatures, all with different coloured gems for eyes. It’s beautiful, and as Benny approaches it the little Dragons almost seem to look at him. He waves a hand over the glass and it fogs instantly. He grabs two small stones from a gilt bowl on a stand next to it, and draws two identical runes on them.

Elias snapped. Alexander stood, his expression grim. “She may not have had a choice.” The lights flickered weakly. Then died completely. Darkness swallowed the chamber. For a long moment there was nothing but breathing. Then the walls began to glow. Not red. Not white. Gold. Symbols ignited along the stone, ancient and deliberate, pulsing outward in widening rings from the cradle itself. Elias felt it immediately, the pull in his chest, the echo in his blood. The bond was still there.

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

⚡ A giant golden eye suddenly opened above the city. Bigger than mountains. Bigger than the sky itself. Watching. Waiting. Searching. 💀 And the moment it saw Ilyaan— The eye smiled. 😱😱😱

Blue eyes were fierce as they stared at me unblinkingly. Oh, no. He must've nodded because the barkeep told me where to go. I climbed the side stairs, far against a back wall. Turning twice, before they reached the second level. The railing dusted in gilt. And the steps trimmed in it. I suspected there'd once been a shining gold or red rug which had long since worn through to the point it was irreparable. That was typically the preferred colors of the Eternus. They liked flaunting their power and wealth.

Every gaze was trained on the great golden doors that marked the entrance. A while later, a heavy creak shattered the silence as the doors parted. Three figures were led inside in heavy golden chains, flanked by Heavenly Enforcers. Ron walked at the center, his head bowed. To his left was Alaric and to his right, Eron. The gods began to whisper. Their murmurs slithered through the hall like smoke. Disgust. Judgment. Contempt. Some looked away while others sneered outright. Their gazes pierced like blades, but none harsher than those directed at Eron.

She walked through the large hall, her foot steps echoing a few times before fading out into complete silence. She walked past tall, white pillars that looked like they were carved out of marble. These pillars were so tall that their tops could not be seen with naked eyes. Their bottoms, however, were covered in a white, glowing mist, and the entire pillar was decorated with golden and silver paintings spiraling around them from top to bottom.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

My lips are clearly reflected in the pupils of his eyes. I press my palm into the silky material enveloping his whole being. Instead of being dissuaded he clasps his hands around mine and continues to edge his lips closer to mine. "Uriah-" I spew gracelessly. He leans back and narrows his eyes on me. His face is filled with confusion. "What about him?" His fingers slide across the top of my hand as he loosens his grip. A shaky breath enters my lungs as he takes a step away from me. I want nothing more but to escape his burning gaze.