Mud MagicChapter 8 Breaking Point
Lishaka sat up, groaning. “Did ... did I do it?” Rhys waited until his head stopped spinning before opening his eyes. The Hall of the Speakers was exactly like he had scried it – the remnants of elven beauty, impressive even in ruin. Parts of the domed ceiling had managed to stay in place, throwing irregular shadows. The pillars, shaped like trees, reached into the cloudy morning sky like skeletal fingers and half of a stairwell ended somewhere between the first and second floors. Strong...