Chapter 107

Zarek

The world shifts.

I feel it before I understand it — a violent shudder through the leyline that snaps my spine straight and steals the air from my lungs.

One moment, I’m walking the obsidian corridor of my fortress.

The next, the mountain freezes around me.

The torches lining the walls don’t flicker — they bow.

Bend.

Lean toward something I cannot see, as if worshiping the tremor rolling ben