Chapter 182: Two Roads, One Blood
Black Moon Territory, The Quiet Ridge
Vargan's POV
I turned the stone over in my calloused palm one more time, feeling the strange, thrumming warmth pulse against my skin like an ember with its own heartbeat.
Returning to the quiet spot Torug had brought me to, made me feel relaxed enough to consider things.
His words from two days ago still sat heavily in my mind. A path to godhood. At the time, it had sounded like the kind of grand, sweeping promise a Chieftain says to steady a brother's rattling nerves. I even wondered if he had been mingling with the natives for too long, but I soon corrected myself.
"Different world, different rules..." I muttered calmly while standing entirely alone on the ridge.
The stone was cool yet breathing in my hand, it felt less like comforting fiction and more like a massive iron door I had been circling without ever admitting I desperately wanted to walk through it.
