"To reclaim what was gone, the Alpha broke the silence and called the storm upon himself."
The shift from the punishing, exposed cold of the Northern Peaks to the interior of the Prophet's Cradle was immediate and utterly disorienting. One moment, I was changing the full force of the Alpha Law against the obsidian rock, my lungs burning with frigid air. Next, I was enveloped in a profound, heavy warmth and absolute, total silence, a silence that felt dense and thick, saturated with concentrated, ancient magic.
I was inside the sanctuary, and my eyes swept the immense, cathedral-like cavern. The high, jagged walls were veined with luminous, crystalline rock that pulsed with a cold blue light, yet the chamber itself was comfortably warmed by a subtle, deep ambient energy. But the silence, despite the warmth, was deafening; it was not merely the absence of sound, but the total, paralysing absence of the Bond. It was the echoing void I had hunted.
