statue was revolting. A cloaked figure in black knelt before the statue, mumbling prayers. Golden orbs floated in the air all around the chamber. Candles were lit around the kneeling figure, giving off a freakish, flickering light. Mara grabbed Talis’s arm, and they hid behind a boulder and bent down, straining to listen. “…I vow,” the figure said, “that my father, his soul find shall find respite. The endless war of Nyx—spare him, oh great Zagros, please spare him for such a fate.”
with omage agin
