The dull throbbing in Kain's chest grew stronger with every step, a relentless pull guiding him deeper into the ruins.
The sensation was impossible to ignore, like a compass needle pointing to the true north. It led him through winding corridors and vast chambers and got stronger as the distance between him and the source of the pull narrowed.
The glowing sigils on the walls pulsed faintly, their eerie light casting long shadows.
Serena followed close behind, her piercing blue eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger. Prismarin's illusions scouted ahead, a welcome change from having to risk losing the Vespid guards acting as scouts.
