Kain exhaled—slow, steady.
Soreia finally looked at him.
Their eyes met.
She reached for the Pathstone closest to himself. He did the same.
As their hands touched the orbs, a warm current surged through their arms.
Kain couldn't see anything different visually, but he could sense a low vibration settled against his bones.
Then a section of the chamber wall began to descend, revealing a long passage of cracked stone and rusted grates.
A rumble shook the floor.
Then the sound came: water.
No—not water. Something thicker. Bubbling. Acidic.
The relic had not been lying.
A flood was coming.
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Even with some protection, the first step burned.
Kain launched himself down the passage the moment it opened, Soreia a half-step behind him. The distant hiss of the flood churned louder now, gaining speed, sloshing around corners with a terrifying, hungry resonance.
