/-Draven-/

We reached the temple as the sun touched the western horizon, casting everything in shades of gold and shadow.

It was massive—carved directly into the mountainside, ancient beyond measure. Stones worn smooth by centuries of weather and time. And surrounding it like a dark stain was Shadow Council magic, thick and pulsing and utterly wrong.

"There," Kieran said, pointing to what appeared to be dozens of Shadow Council operatives arrayed around the temple entrance. "They're already ...