Nysera the Goddess of Secrets
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It was as if the temple itself had sensed his desperation and simply opened its jaws.
Inside, the air was thick with the cloying stench of old blood, ash, and bitter incense. Countless candles burned with eerie green flames, casting long, distorted shadows that danced across the stone floor like specters. Rows of iron cages lined the vast, echoing hall. Some stood empty, while from others, low, muffled cries echoed through the darkness. Beneath his cloak, the young child slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of the horror surrounding her.
At the far end of the hall sat a throne unlike any Kaelor had ever seen. It was not carved from stone or forged from metal, but built entirely from bones—