As she moved deeper, those sigils began to distort, showing imagery that made her heart twist: a god devouring his own worshippers, a celestial throne dripping with blood, a chained star screaming soundlessly into the void.
Each step echoed like a heartbeat.
The divine beings in her Stream remained unusually silent. Not even the mocking one spoke.
She realized that this place might be beyond their reach.
At the bottom of the staircase, the air grew thick and electric.
There it was, the Divine Anchor. Suspended above a bottomless pit, held in place by chains of glowing light. It resembled a massive black crystal, its surface marred with cracks that oozed faint silver mist.
Every few seconds, it pulsed, thump… thump… like a living heart.
Though the pulse seemed to be a bit weak. As expected, she didn't let them sacrifice more people to the altar after the fight ended. It hasn't been that long, yet the pulse has already gone a bit weak.
