This was a circular altar, open to the sky above.
It looked a lot like Vick's place in the game *Conquest of Glory*.
But the surrounding stone walls were not carved with pictures, but with the names of the celestial constellations.
The central platform was divided into three tiers, like a giant Compass installed in the center.
However, this Compass had no needle. There was only an old man with grizzled hair, meditating with his eyes closed.
"You've come, successor of the Martial God..."
Ruth Winslow—no, Aurora Sinclair's gaze grew cold, and her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists.
"You knew I was coming?"
The old man opened his eyes, a smile within them. "I know a little about peering into heaven's secrets."
Aurora Sinclair didn't like this place very much. She took a few wary steps back.
Quinn Winslow looked at her position and was inwardly shocked. 'Is this a coincidence?'
