Chapter 110

Zarek

I feel them.

Before my eyes even open, before my first breath leaves my chest — I feel them.

The leyline that crawls beneath my mountain cracks sharply, heat surging up through the floor like a struck nerve. The torches in the hall blaze white-hot, flames twisting violently sideways as if trying to escape the walls.

Something has shifted.

No — something has deepened.

And I know exactly what