Lind reached the center of the dias where many old bloodstains had been left unchanged. The pressure increased as the stone doors slowly closed. Lind looked out one last time to see the lioness straining a bit against Dan but it was futile.
He extended his staff and readied several elixirs in a pouches at his waist. He had learned not to rely on the storage ring as the concentration needed to transfer items could equal death or destruction in the few moments it took to accomplish.
Lind looked up and was stunned at what he saw. Rather than smooth walls, he saw massive flows of darkness and earth. The raised area that would normally be full of seats had slots of stone pieces being manipulated in front of his senses.
The aura of the Relic was far above the one in the Silver Peaks. Lind felt fear in his heart but he controlled it and readied himself. He knew Altair favored combat expertise and the Relic must be tied to such a mentality.
