CHAPTER 85
A Century Ago
It was the dead of night when Marcus returned to the ruins beneath the Vale. Sometimes he felt like his body was being controlled by the heart and not by him. This was not a dream or a vision as he was driven purely by instincts, he journeyed in silence, not sure who the pilot of his body was.
The Vale looked different from the last time he saw it. The sharp glow of the runes was no more. The absence of the heart had taken a toll on the chamber. The veins lost their vitality and had already withered, and there, among the whispering stones and half-dead runes, he found it.
It was a small carved stone. It looked ancient and powerful, broken in half but thumping with great power. It was a weapon forged from the earth, bones, and shadows, cold to the touch yet puls
