The gray grew lighter again as we walked.
Not brighter, just less oppressive, like whatever had been pulling at the void was behind us now.
"Fifty-seven minutes," Azryth said.
My legs felt like I'd been hiking for a week.
The compass needle shifted slightly, adjusting our heading, we followed it through the thinning gray, both of us tense and watching for another predator.
Then I saw something ahead.
Not debris this time, something deliberate and structured.
A tower.
No..not a tower, an obelisk, tall and narrow, rising from nothing, made of dark stone that seemed to absorb what little light existed in limbo.
"What is that?" I asked, pointing.
Azryth held my hand tighter. "It's a warden construction, old warden construction."
As we got closer, I could see the markings carved into the stone, symbols I didn't recognize, but that made the seal on my wrist pulse with recognition.
