That’s when Marduk had drawn his blade.
He pressed his bleeding hand against the altar socket.
The chamber was circular, domed, lit by a single shaft of pale light from above. In the center stood an altar of fused obsidian and bone. And on the altar, a single, empty socket—exactly the size of the stone now seared into his flesh.
And Kaelen?
Bootsteps at the entrance. Three silhouettes.
They had been his party. His nakama .
The stone slid free from his flesh without resistance, as if it had been waiting. It clicked into the altar with a sound like a key turning in the last lock of the world.
Shinjiteita Nakama Tachi Ni Dan John Okuchi De Korosarekaketaga Gift !new! 🔔 🎉
That’s when Marduk had drawn his blade.
He pressed his bleeding hand against the altar socket. That’s when Marduk had drawn his blade
The chamber was circular, domed, lit by a single shaft of pale light from above. In the center stood an altar of fused obsidian and bone. And on the altar, a single, empty socket—exactly the size of the stone now seared into his flesh. That’s when Marduk had drawn his blade
And Kaelen?
Bootsteps at the entrance. Three silhouettes. That’s when Marduk had drawn his blade
They had been his party. His nakama .
The stone slid free from his flesh without resistance, as if it had been waiting. It clicked into the altar with a sound like a key turning in the last lock of the world.
