The Spire trembled, its stone walls groaning as the rumble from its depths grew louder. Camelia clutched the ancient book from the archives, her light flaring to push back the Bloodthorn priest blocking her path. His crimson amulet pulsed, his zealous eyes locked on her, but her radiance forced him to stagger back, clutching his face.
She darted past, her footsteps echoing in the shaking corridors, the celestial hum now a piercing wail that set her teeth on edge. The war room was close, but the growing crowd of Bloodthorn followers, their amulets glowing in sync, slowed her pace. Their chants filled the air, a low drone calling for a "reckoning light" that chilled her blood.
