“Where are you taking me?” I ask the alien. He’s been strangely silent on the subject this whole time.
His cape flutters in the hot wind as he glances back. “Someplace no one’s been in centuries.”
“Why?”
“Even faithless greenskins have their own superstitions.”
I chew on my cracked lips. The journey takes two hours, which soon becomes four. More sand slips into my suit, my boots, gathers in my hair. Finally, we scramble for purchase down a rocky slope that leads to a soot-coloured stone archway carved with squared-off runic symbols.
The fibres in the stonework glare to life, casting sickly greenish light everywhere. There’s a cathedral-sized space in here, the walkways gutted out. Rhiv goes about tightening and readjusting my harness before we abseil down into the massive space. The s
