The Hollow Thing

s, cracking ancient walls, and responding to Aria's every command. She stood in the center of the rui

ing older than vengeance and more powerful than the

d ink. Her eyes scanned the script, each word crawling across the page like a warning. It spoke of the Heart of th

rything. The betrayal. The vanishing of her family. The lingering spirits that f

around her. The walls breathed, the portraits screamed, and phantom hands reached from th

floor. She descended quickly, the air growing colder and thicker with every step. Below, deep be

t, surrounded by chains made of bone and scorched iro

in shadow, watching her with eyes that shimmered like molten

ering when

rd. The air sparked around her. She had

eaving until Rav