Hunt studied the black, glittering dust on her fingers and paled. “That’s black salt.” Bryce nodded slowly. Baxian blew out a breath that sounded suspiciously like Oh fuck. “These caves are made entirely of black salt,” Bryce said. She’d seen it as soon as the ghoul had gouged lines in the wall. Knew its smell, its rotting, oily feel. A taste of it had confirmed her suspicions.
