50: Brice
Brice
They took Brice along a few nondescript corridors, up a flight of stone steps, then into a room, about twenty metres along each side. Lights from the four corners shone down on a platform in the middle of the floor.
The door clunked as it closed behind Eve. She remained there, watching, as Macklyn stepped to the platform and beckoned Brice.
There was an object on the platform. Without looking at it, Brice knew what it was. The buzzing in his head told him everything.
“It calls to you, doesn’t it?” Macklyn whispered. “Even before you entered this room, you felt its presence, didn’t you?”
The man extended an arm, let his hand hover over the exposed relic. He took a long, deep breath. Then he snapped his arm back, stared at Brice.
“To most, it’s an inert container of te
