Chapter 232 - All My Heros Are Dead

The chill of morning wind blows through a window's casement, slapping the wall, destroying what little flakes of glass remain. Tyr runs his fingers along the engravings on the wall. He has seen these in the temple of the Sun god. This is the language of a bygone era. The runes respond to his energy, they don't activate but he gets a response. The gentle hum pulses throughout the entire region, not that he feels all that. Styx and SKY Ocean Hunter get shivers, but it is so soft they do nothing about it.