The forge was quiet, the way it only ever got in the early hours before the sun burned away the city's fog. Mara stood near the center of the room, her hands resting against the only anvil she had there, which was quite curious, since it wouldn't be a forge without one, no matter how strange the rest of it was.
But that was not the focal point of her thoughts now. Her breath was shallow, and she still watched the faintly pulsing glyphs she had carved hours ago.
She hadn't slept, yet again.
But not because she couldn't. It was because she didn't want to.
There was a weight in her chest that told her something was coming. That something was wrong.
It did after Miles went away to explore the other unique dungeons, once he realized that, if the [Mouth of the Abyss] had something particular to do with the [Ascension Fragment], there might have been other Dungeons with the same peculiarity.
