LOGINNext morning when Escuridade woke up, Escuro had a silver plate with chicken on it. “Morning,” he said softly. “Look what we got for breakfast.” Escuridade’s purple eyes fluttered open at the sound of Escuro’s voice, the sight of him holding a silver plate with actual food making her blink in surprise. The scent of roasted chicken filled the watchtower, a stark contrast to the usual rations of dried meat they had grown accustomed to. “Chicken?”
Estrela reached out and brushed a stray piece of golden hair from her forehead, her fingers moving with a grace that felt almost choreographed. “I woke up feeling… different,” she continued, stepped closer to him. “The air feels sharper. The light is brighter. I think the water in the fountain had some kind of effect on me. It is not unpleasant.” Escuro’s eyes darted from the fountain to her. “You drank from it?” he asked surprised. Her expression did not flicker. She did not flinch at his question, nor did she look away. She simple nodded, her golden hair swaying with the movement. “I did,” she said, her tone conversational, as if she were discussing the weather rather than a ritual that had written her very essence. “It was almost impossible not to. The voice–” she paused, a small, thoughtful frown crossing her face. “The inscription. It felt like a call.” She took another step toward hi
Estrela stood up and gestured toward the four arms of the device. “We will probably need both of us to turn it. On three?” Escuro nodded and they both turned the mechanism, the cable moved and the sound of moving parts behind the walls echoed in the chamber. Then there was the sound of rushing water, which grew louder and vibrated through the stone floor beneath their feet. She jumped slightly at the sudden noise, her haze green eyes darting toward the veiling as if expecting water to come crashing down. “It is working!” she whispered, a grin breaking across her face. “The mechanism is actually moving!” the sound was not a trickle; it was a heavy, rhythmic flow, like a pipe being opened wide. It seemed to be coming from somewhere deep within the walls, echoing through the chamber with a hollow resonance. She grabbed the edge of the pedestal, her knuckles white. “That is not just a fountain, Escuro. That is a lot of water
The humidity inside the cave was thick, pressing against their skin like a warm blanket. Estrela led the way, holding a flickering lantern aloft. The light danced off the damp walls, revealing slick surfaces and jagged formations that dripped with slow, rhythmic water. “The river is deeper than I expected,” she said, her voice echoing slightly off the low ceiling. She stepped carefully over a cluster of smooth stones, her boots squelching in the shallow water that pooled around their ankles. “But the markings her– the match the ones in the northern corridor perfectly.” She paused, holding the lantern high to illuminate a series of carvings etched into the cave wall just above the waterline. They were fresher than the ones in the ruins, almost as if they had been maintained. “Escuro, look,” she whispered, beckoning him closer. The carvings showed an image of the river flowing into the cave. The lines were detailed and artistic. There was
Mestre Escuro stood on one of the watchtowers near the burned and collapsed cathedral. He looked out at the city below, the smoke still lingering in the air. As the sun set, the lights coming from some of the houses and the embers from burned down houses became clearer to see. His gaze was distant and unfocused, as he recalls the past.“You must be Escuro,” Estela Astuta said cheerfully. “It is very nice to meet you.” She shook his hand. Escuro smiled shyly at her cheerful tone and shook her hand. “Thank you, I am glad to be here,” he said with equal friendliness. “I look forward to working with you.” She pulled her hand back, her hazel green eyes bright with excitement as she gestured toward the crumbling stone pillars surrounding them. Vines snaked around the weathered masonry, and the air smelled of damp earth and old dust. “I have already made some progress with the eastern corridor,” she said, stepping close
Luz moved around the tub, kneeling in front of Amelia so he could look directly into her green eyes. The steam curled between them, softening his features, but the hardness in his jaw remained. “No one touches you,” he said, each word measured and final. “Not while I am breathing.” He reached out, his large hands framing her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the steel in his voice. “I know,” she said with a steady look. “So, we are even. I treat you like a person and you do the same for me.” Her hand moved to his chest. “Now will you join me in this tub already? There is plenty of space.”Luz let out a short, huffed breath– something close to a laugh, though his expression remained soft. He looked down at Amelia’s hand resting against his chest, his heart eating steady and strong beneath her palm. “Even,” he repeated, the word tasting
A decorative tapestry hangs on the far wall. Its heraldic design suggests the bath chamber might have belonged to a wealthy merchant, or noble family. The tapestry also helps insulate the room by covering the cold stone surface. “There,” Luz said, turning to face Amelia. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and looked at her, his amber eyes softening. “Thank you very much,” she praised with a genuine smile and pocked up one of the buckets with cold water standing against the wall and poured it into the tub. She used a wooden spoon to mix the water in tub. He leaned against the stone wall, watching her work. The way she moved– so domestic, so normal– was almost painful to witness.It was a world Luz had forgotten how to live in, yet here Amelia was, rebuilding it with wooden spoons and buckets of cold water. “You are very efficient,” he remarked, his voice low and warm. He stepped closer, reaching out to take the wooden spo
Inside the cave, a long, narrow cave tunnel stretched deep into darkness. The passage is carved through rough, jagged rock, with uneven walls that curve inward and overhead, forming a natural, almost claustrophobic corridor. The stone surfaces are damp and glistening, catching the light in subtle
Luz and his team walked along the coast, a jagged cliff face dominating the right side, its dark stone weathered by wind and sea. Then they approached the cave entrance, its interior swallowed by shadow. A single torch burned just inside, casting a faint, flickering orange glow that barely pushes
“It has been so long since anyone looked at me like that,” Luz murmured, his voice losing its harsh edge. “Like they see me, not just the monster in black armour.” His hand instinctively covered hers on his cheek, holding it there. “Hope is a luxury I can’t aff
The next morning Amelia was woken up by happy cheers outside the tent. Luz was still deep asleep, but curiosity got the better of her. She slowly stood up, careful not to wake him and she quickly put on his big white shirt. Carefully she stuck her head out of the tent to look around. The Corrompi







