Secrets in the Halls
A hush hung in the Moon Chapel's vaulted crypt as Vera Lanst descended the carved stone steps, torchlight flickering over half-buried murals. Yurian Helios followed close behind, his cloak brushing marble and revealing the silver runes stitched along its hem. Servants in simple cloaks trailed after them, bearing lanterns and tools for the restoration.
Vera paused at the altar—once broken, now half-uncovered by granite slabs—its surface etched with faded wolf-glyphs and alchemical channels. She knelt, tracing a shallow groove that ran from the altar's lip to a hidden drain in the floor. “These channels," she murmured, voice echoing, “were designed to carry liquid—wolf-toxin, perhaps—into sacrificial basins."
A servant girl gasped. Yurian's hand came to rest on Vera's
