The Spire In The Woods Novels & Stories

“Then we give it none.” “That won’t be enough,” Mira said. “We need to find the source. The crack Jerrin opened.” Marwen pulled out an ancient scroll. “The Spire. It still stands—just barely. Beneath it is a labyrinth of tunnels. Forgotten by time. That’s where the wound bleeds.” Aria stood. “Then that’s where we go.” --- The journey to the Black Spire took three days. The land surrounding it had withered—trees bent away from the tower, grass turned to ash, and animals lay dead in spirals of bone.