The foghorn's note lingered in the air longer than it should have, the frequency settling into my chest where my core seemed to pulse in response.
Strange, but again, if I did not understand that this massive structure was related to power beyond our Magus Civilization, I would be a fool.
There were theories that these pyramids were built by powerful gods and Sovereigns in the past, but that was clearly a lie.
The Hollow Avatar had not communicated everything he knew of Caelith Mourne, but he seemed to be very familiar with it, and since I could not access his mind, I would just have to watch out for the times when his thoughts showed me some of the truth.
The red light bled across the sky, and the ground beneath the bowl began to tremble.
I stood, and my staff came into my hand without me reaching for it, the bond still intact despite the weapon's incomplete transformation.
