Chapter 33

Ash

Soul’s feet carried her through marble. Not the pure alabaster of Zhou which still gave me headaches, but one with leaden, smoky tones alternating with veins of ambers and whites. High, domed ceilings painted with images of my Empire’s lore loomed over her as she made her way through a corridor. Some wove the tale of the Primal Beasts sharing their Empyrean-blessed drop of blood with their chosen disciples.

Others depicted the life of the Four-winge......