67. Vision
Eryndor still felt paralyzed by fear but standing there and not knowing what made him so frightened was much worse than going to confront it or at least see what it was. Eryndor took in a deep breath of air and conversed with himself. "Please don't be an evil cult of ritualists."
Without access to the magic he so cherished he knew he had no way to defend himself from any unforseen circumstance. He walked over through the arch that constructed a makeshift gave that led into a wide space m, as he crossed into the space Eryndor flinched momentarily, he half expected the ground to open up and swallow him or worse he runs into a beast but aside from the chantings that seemed to have risen in volumes nothing was significantly different.
