Saga of the Severed [01] Gloomwalker by Alex Lang

Author:Alex Lang [Lang, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Alex Lang
Published: 2019-06-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Velledon waited near the gilded doors of the Lighting Chamber, standing near a group of fleshmenders as the ritual commenced. The walls of the massive, domed room were white and smooth without a single seam. In the center of the chamber was Allithor’s Aegis, his Soul. The pillar of white, like the bone of some colossal creature, extended from ground to ceiling and far beyond, towering over all of Vigil, suspending near the top the globe of hallowfire, the Silver Sun and Allithor’s Glory.

Though if that were truth, it made what was about to happen all the more interesting from a theological perspective. It was thoughts such as those that had caused him no end of trouble in seminary.

It had been some time since he’d last come to witness the most sacred ritual of the Path of Divine Flame.

His gaze roamed over the surface of the pillar. Unlike the walls, the portion of the pillar within the chamber was covered, etched with the runes and glyphs of the gods. He recognized some symbols from his work and studies with the artificers. He had concluded long ago that the Spire was simply a very large relic. It was what had given him the idea of the quartz torches—he wasn’t the first to try, just the first to succeed.

Gathered at the bottom were twelve of the most powerful scions of Allithor, the highest echelon of the Path, the archon lead among them. All were equipped with the most powerful relics further enhancing their divine gifts. Eleven of the keepers stood behind an equal number of stone podiums arranged in a circle. All except the archon, who stood closest to the pillar, in front of a rune-covered panel in the floor.

Velledon watched as his father went through the motions, speaking the words, while lesser of the Order lined the walls, chanting hymns. Archon Lothander was adorned in the crimson robes of the lighting ritual like all the rest, though his were more finely detailed and trimmed with gold.

The archon held high the Staff of Radiance as if showing off the sunburst design atop, then he slammed it down into the slot within the panel at his feet. His staff began to glow, the silver surface turning a bright white. The pillar was opened now, unlocked and ready to be empowered by those gathered.

Each of the other keepers placed their hands upon the podiums in front of them. Constructed of gray stone, they were blocky and a stark contrast to the white of the chamber. It was an obvious sign that the podiums were not godscraft, not of the original design, but made by his ancestors—a necessary alteration and modification after the fall of the other two Spires. If not for this addition, this stopgap measure, the Silver Sun would have extinguished long ago.

To Velledon, the podiums represented their first step—the core belief of the Artificers of Falduin, that they, too, could create artifacts of power.

Together, the twelve channeled their energy, their fire, into the podiums, which fed into the staff and was thus directed by the archon into the pillar.

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