The hidden world chapter 2

there was the look of the face of an assassin there.keenness of a man who had watched centuries of bloodand betrayal. And all his actions were that of set and risky and potent.On his right side there was an old door - in black stone, with glowing runes of the language long forgotten. Girithto was not so reluctant. He held his palm on the center. The gate was answered at once, and with a moan that gaped it wide the most secret breath of warmth and magic was flung out on the other side.Soft red light lay at Girihito sharp features as he approached.leading to an immense subterranean chamber in the center of which was a monstrous tree - antique, tortured and extinct... yet still breathing with life. It had a scorched and split bark. set in its heart, was a shattered red jewel - sharp-edged, glowing, as dead fires might glow, in the shape of fragments of glass. It flashed pulse of light wildly yet rhythmically as a heart that would not be killed.There was some sort of magic protection around the tree - magic of ancient times. It could only be stepped through a Demon King. This was put there centuries before so that the gem would never get to the wrong hands there was the look of the face of an assassin there.keenness of a man who had watched centuries of bloodand betrayal. And all his actions were that of set and risky and potent.On his right side there was an old door - in black stone, with glowing runes of the language long forgotten. Girithto was not so reluctant. He held his palm on the center. The gate was answered at once, and with a moan that gaped it wide the most secret breath of warmth and magic was flung out on the other side.Soft red light lay at Girihito sharp features as he approached.leading to an immense subterranean chamber in the center of which was a monstrous tree - antique, tortured and extinct... yet still breathing with life. It had a scorched and split bark. set in its heart, was a shattered red jewel - sharp-edged, glowing, as dead fires might glow, in the shape of fragments of glass. It flashed pulse of light wildly yet rhythmically as a heart that would not be killed.There was some sort of magic protection around the tree - magic of ancient times. It could only be stepped through a Demon King. This was put there centuries before so that the gem would never get to the wrong hands