The morning light passed through the twisted cypress trees of the Iron Fens, casting jagged shadows across the Fenheart ruins where the Tide's Crest camped.
The obelisk's runes were etched into its blackened stone that glowed faintly, their ominous pulse was a reminder of Cindy's lingering presence.
Kelvin gripped his staff, with its fire runes blazing through the dark gauntlet that was forged in the Shattered Peaks, which is now enhanced with Verdant Hollow's ritual runes, griffon feathers, and Fenheart obelisk runes.
His leg wound from the bogstalker battle stung beneath bandages, his ribs were aching, but the monitoring device warning....
"The Sovereign awaits at the Riftspire. Lirien serves. The traitor hides within the Sanctum" kept burned in his mind.
The Veil codex is heavy in his pack, held cryptic symbols that could unmask the Sovereign, and the cloaked figure's fleeting shadow, its runes glowing in the ruins, gnawed at him.
