Pristine Sanctum Totk Novels & Stories

My heart jumps when I pull up the special Swiss army knife I won in a poker game against a man who hated nonhumans. I take out the small silver blade which is no more than ten centimeters, but which has the advantage of being very tapered. I then plunge the object into my belly pocket, and engulf the rest of my things in the bag bluntly, before passing it behind my back. Resuming my exploration, I find a few moments later a small back door that leads to a large bathroom, but no possible exit. Continuing on my way, I finally find a slightly wider white door that looks promising. I half-open it carefully, voices coming from a living room a little further. I freeze, tense, listening to the conv

I reached out and touched the cold stone. The red-gold light of my skin flooded the altar. The stone didn't just glow; it healed. The cracks vanished, the moss returned, and a small, crystalline fountain of pure water erupted from the center. “This is no longer the Obsidian Pack,” I announced, my voice carrying to every corner of the mountain. “This is the Sanctum of the Sanguine Moon. Here, there is no hierarchy of strength. There is only the hierarchy of the heart. If you are unwanted, you are welcome. If you are broken, you are whole.”

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'