Chapter 68: The Mountain's Plea

The Vorokh healing chamber had worked its ancient magic. The deep, pervasive ache in my limbs had receded, and the raw, ragged edge of my magical depletion had smoothed into a less alarming weariness. The Hierophant's scar, now an intricate obsidian latticework on my arm, still pulsed with its cold,...

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