Chapter 35 The Crown Of Bone

• The torchlight flickered against the obsidian walls, casting elongated shadows across the altar chamber. Smoke curled from ancient braziers, and the scent of blood and burning sage thickened the air.
• Devin Powers stood at the center of a stone circle etched with runes so old, even the Soul Witch had hesitated before activating them. At his feet, the Crown of Bone lay waiting—an artifact once believed to be destroyed in the Great Sundering. But Devin had found it. Buried beneath the ruins of the old capital, still pulsing with residual power, still thirsty for a host.
• He clenched his jaw as the Soul Witch completed the circle.