Ashes Of Aetheria

no meaning

ere. No wind. No time, except the beating of his own heart and the strange pulses that sometimes ech

nd deeper into the world's bones. Seris moved with purpose. She carried a map burned o

ked on the second morning - o

e Vault of Wings. There's something th

owned.

face d

of the old order, twisted by the Fall. Once, they p

her, torchlight flickering o

ct what

ult of

Vault's threshold la

wide enough for a cart to pass through. On either side of it stood statues. Wi

, eyeing th

ose...

. Lesser kin of the Aetherwyrms. The

tatues again. "Are th

l, wry smile. "

en the Drakari an

nt library or dusty treasure room. But what lay be

unmeasurably deep. Stairs, carved from blackstone and laced w

form - circular, ringed with crystals, and glo

isbelief. "What.

ast Sky-Temples. Built in the age when fire defied

idn't

of broken kings - it pressed on him like a weight. He was just a boy from the lower rin

ed to g

e even

in th

gan the

all. As they moved, Kael felt something strange. A tugging - like the shar

l that?"

ace. The last of the Emberlords died here.

hat happens if i

didn't

ded behind them. The torch seemed dimmer now, struggling to pier

he first t

spe

brushing glass. Then loud

ning around. "Di

lready draw

it say?"

t said m

r her breath. "

d on the wall

the darkness - not quite a man, not quite a beast. It had

n front of him.

it - crawling from cracks in the st

ger. It felt like

ind me,"

aiths

at th

hrough the first of the creatures, sending sparks into the dark. Kael swung wildly at one

e were t

as knocked against the wall, his dagger clattering away. One of the c

d in Kael's satchel

m, blinding, furious. The wraiths s

ce re

gone, but the shard now floated

stared

kening," sh

ad, stunned. "I d

nd the flam