This was the center of the tribe's power, and as they entered, Sol felt the weight of hundreds of years of tradition.
Inside the massive circular building, the atmosphere changed from the humid, wood-scented air of the city to something sacred, cold, and heavy with the scent of ancient incense.
The walls were rib-like arches of polished white bone… the remains of some mountain-sized behemoth from an era long forgotten… fused seamlessly into the obsidian-colored wood.
Sol walked a few paces behind Kira, his crimson eyes narrowing as he activated his Sovereign's Gaze.
The room was pulsing, like literally.
To his enhanced vision, the entire hall was a web of sapphire-colored energy. Every bone arch, every stone tile, and even the air itself was saturated with power. It was like walking into the core of a nuclear reactor, only the radiation was alive and humming a low, melodic tune.
