Down in the Temple of the Spiral, Krug was tending to the Violet Flame.
The air above the central brazier suddenly shimmered. The space distorted, and a small, heavy object dropped from the ceiling, landing softly in the ash at the edge of the fire pit.
Krug flinched, raising his hands, but quickly realized it was a manifestation from above.
[ KRUG, ] Red's voice echoed in the cavern.
Krug instantly dropped to his scaly knees, pressing his snout to the stone floor. "I hear You, Ka-Lam-Tee. Your Anchor listens."
[ TAKE THE SEED. PLANT IT IN THE CENTER OF THE TEMPLE, WHERE THE ASH MEETS THE EARTH. ]
Krug crawled forward. He picked up the pulsing black truffle with trembling, reverent claws. It was cold to the touch, contrasting sharply with the heat of the Violet Flame. He didn't ask what it was. He didn't ask why.
