Chapter 114

Zarek

The mountain hears me.

Before my eyes open, before I rise from the throne of black obsidian, the mountain hears me.

The torches along the walls flicker violently as I inhale, their flames stretching sideways—as if straining away from something. Or someone.

No.

Not someone.

Her.

The leyline shudders beneath the stone, a long rolling pulse like a creature turning in its sleep. I feel the rippl