Chapter 49 The Ancients' Whispers

• The Lost Past
• Lysandra traced the patterns with shaky fingertips as the flickering torchlight danced across the old walls etched in runes. Her eyes flew between the engravings, wide with revelation, as though she were attempting to solve a problem that had been lost to the ages.
• "What does it say?" With a hint of frustration in his voice, Kieran ask. Every warrior, adviser, and elder in the room held their breath in anticipation of Lysandra's answer, demonstrating the obvious tension in the room.