Chapter 56 The Hollow Flame

The trip to Hollow Flame was not like any of the others Damien had made. The way led through shattered remains consumed by ash, twisted cliffs blackened by long-past fire, and valleys in which the air itself throbbed with the echoes of wars lost to memory. No sun broke through the veil above, only the sluggish, smoldering light of the perpetually dying horizon. Every step closer to the Flame was like walking into time itself, like walking into the world's bones.