The SlipGate bubble brought Isara to the centre of Bekala. When it popped, she found herself transfixed by the flat-roofed pyramid and its glittering crystal. That would have to be harvested somehow. The Inzari were convinced that the crystal was a source of incredible power.
It was easily as large as a house and remarkably smooth, shaped almost like a teardrop. Sunlight glinted off its surface in dozens of colours. Colours that changed depending on how you tilted your head.
With the last days of autumn fading, the grass outside the pyramid had turned yellow, and the flowers that had once populated the lovely gardens on either side of the building had withered. Stone steps led up to the front entrance. The place had an imposing feel to it, which was exactly what you would expect from som
