Mara’s first destination was the , an ancient burial ground beneath Rivenport’s oldest cathedral. Legend said the dead there spoke only in riddles, and their secrets could drive a sane mind to madness. The entrance lay behind a stone altar, concealed by a mosaic of saints whose eyes seemed to follow any who dared approach.
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In the neon-drenched underbelly of Sector 4, truth is the most expensive currency, and Ehli Cruz is broke. Mara’s first destination was the , an ancient
Mara felt the heat licking her skin, the scent of sulfur filling her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, recalling the calm from the catacombs, and plunged her hand into the molten sea. The lava seemed to reject her, scorching the air around her fingers. For a heart‑stopping moment, she thought her hand would melt away. The Hilixlie wasn't a thing to be found