The Dusk Chambers, or hall of the inquisitors was a place many entered, but few left. The moment we passed through the iron-bound door guarding the entrance, I froze, over come by an intangible wave of sheer hostility. Blinding light crystals lined the walls, flooding the rooms and hallways until no shadows remained. The harsh radiance was no ordinary light, either, but woven of pure Sun Magic itself, openly rejecting every fiber of my being. The stone walls were bleached white and covered in magic runes and enchantments, applying tremendous pressure to any of the infernal bloodline.
"You seem unwell," Terran taunted, guiding me forward with a forceful hand on my back. "Your hesitance testifies of your guilt. Only those allied with the demons need fear the Sun God's touch."
