The breaking of the Fifth Seal echoed through the world like the tolling of a great bell. It resonated in the bones of the earth, in the breath of the wind, and in the whispers of creatures hiding in both shadow and light. The gods were awakening faster now—angrier, hungrier.
Kaelin stood at the edge of Eldergloom, staring out across the wide expanse that separated them from the final two seals. The air itself trembled. For the first time since their journey began, she could feel the gods looking directly at her.
Theron came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “The path to the Sixth Seal has been scouted.”
She didn’t turn. “And?”
“The Valley of Graves,” he said softly. “A wasteland once sacred. Now desecrated.”
Kaelin closed her eyes for a moment. “Every step forward take
