Rael's POV
The Hearth of Thristine - A mountain for prisoners buried in its ground. The kind of prisoners that broke nature's law. Uncontained by any bidding and rules.
Screaming and wailing audible to the beast's ears would break the human's spirit into thousand pieces while their pleas of darkness entrance the weak-willed.
A place for a test of courage and power for a fool.
The halfway shifting led me to this place I never wished to visit again. Only the summoned by Lord Valentine could force me to come here that made me called Her w***e.
'Lord Valentine's Whore.'
Hard breath escaped my lips. Cold smokes of air accompanied my climb from the last landing before any magic was forbidden.
No clear path on the gravel mountain. The thick fog blurred my vision for yards away, relying
