{ "What's whispered in the dark will be heard in the light."}
The air in Blood Stone Mountain was always strange, still, and watchful. Like the stone itself, it remembered every drop of blood ever spilled on its jagged ridges. I kept my hand close to the hilt at my hip, not because I feared an ambush, but because something in the mountain was… whispering. At first, I thought it was the wind tunnelling through the hollow crags. But then I heard it again, low and shivering, like breath against bone.
"He returns... the Master wakes... the Kayne stone calls to me…"
I stopped walking. Every hair on my body lifted.
