Chapter 54

Blade and Bone

The Empyrean prickled at my skin like a thousand small needles. Only this wasn’t acupuncture. It was death in the shape of an octagram.

Seven tunnels—I counted. I stood at the entrance of the eighth.

They joined in a hollowed, cylinder-like space.

My body shuddered in protest, still wrought with terror at the chamber of Zmey bones that now stood at my back.