In the center of the temple sat a lotus position statue, but it was not gold or jade. It was obsidian, cracked and weeping a dark ichor. As Kael touched the statue, seeking to clean his wound, the world shifted. The rain stopped. The sound of the wind vanished. A low, guttural voice echoed not in his ears, but in his mind.
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