The Keeper's home was massive. And with every soul he won, his home got a little bigger. In the far back of the mansion was a tower.
The Weaver grabbed my hand, and flew me up to a balcony at the top of it.
The Keeper was waiting for us.
"Sister, Lukas, this is unusual." He said. He was an older man now, in his early thirties.
"We have questions, brother." The Weaver said. "Lukas has discovered something we thought you might want to know about."
"Oh?" The god looked at me. "What have you found, Twisted Weave?"
"Niva's tomb."
The god blinked, and turned around. "Not here. Come."
We followed him into his tower, which slowly rotated. A room was revealed on the far side. He took us into it.
There was a long table, with eight chairs around it.
"Come, sit."
We did.
"How do you know it's his tomb?"
"The spirit put in charge of guarding it revealed it to me. The passcode mentioned Niva."
