Xena rushed to the fire temple.
The doors which always had the bustling crowds of apprentices are empty.
The silence is eerie.
Even the air felt stagnant, and with a hint of incense and sulfur.
The fires are not making any noise at all.
They fluttered in the wind, like the ghost lights that Yinyang country men lit for their dead at the sea.
It is believed the light of the fire could take a soul out of this realm into heaven.
Xena never quite believed it.
'Squish ..'
Her leg fell on something soft and slimy.
Xena lifted her leg and checked what it was in the fire light.
An eyeball.
A normal person would have swung their leg wildly, trying to get this eyeball off their shoes.
Xena did not.
Instead, her first reaction was to check the corners, and the direction the eyeball was pointing at.
'KASAK'..
A dagger ripped through the air at the fastest speed.
