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Chapter 23: A Shattered Throne
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The hall back was long, demarcated by constantly repeating archways that went on forever.
It was new to Sethlzaar, and he had no memory of ever being in this part of the seminary. In fact, neither was the room he had stepped out of. But what caught his attention was the ever present mist that spanned the floor, covering it so that his feet disappeared beneath it. He was surprised it hadn't overrun the seminary.
The test had taken up the whole day, but the darkness proved more of a shock. The night was pitch black, without star or moon.
Sethlzaar increased his pace and soon found himself in a panicked run as the darkness seemed to chase him. The archway went on forever, heralding something new with each passing. The mist rose above the ground. It wetted the calves of his trousers, and crawled up his knees.
Then he heard it. The growl, accompanied by the sound of paws on the ground.
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