Kael stared at the empty patch of churned earth where the towering entities had stood just seconds ago. The ringing in his ears from the massive solar explosion slowly faded, replaced by the frantic, echoing cheers of his warriors from the courtyard below. But the icy chill of the Weaver’s telepathic warning still crawled aggressively along his spine. The King is coming. He didn't know what ancient horror ruled the Abyss, but he knew they had just painted a massive, glowing target on the Blood Moon territory.
He looked down at his left hand. The Sun-Stone rested safely inside the lead-lined lockbox, its blinding fire having settled into a steady, warm golden pulse. The immediate area was completely purged of the necrotic mist, but Elara had been right. It was an undeniable beacon. He slam
