"Here, in this hallowed confluence is where the Morrigan herself first bestowed her covenant upon the Pict warrior-kings that sired Clan Ravenswood's bloodline."
She moved to the cauldron with fluid grace, her fingers trailing across the ancient metal. Where she touched, the carved symbols flickered with faint inner light.
"Within this vessel, I've rendered the most sanctified of elixirs...a sanguine libation to grease the path towards awakening awareness and open your spirit's eye to witness the final rite of Transcendence."
Only when she turned back did Malcolm realize his feet had rooted to the spot, captive to the warring mix of reverence and trepidation flooding his senses in equal measure.
A sad, knowing smile creased the old woman's features.
"Your mortal mind is too finite t
