It was the last remaining gate to the demon realm, the same thing that they had been destroying one by one during their travels.
Waves echoed through the inlet, sinking into the darkness of night.
A strange and eerie feeling crept up Dominic's spine making him shiver.
He looked around again.
The cliff path they had just come down was very steep.
The thin trees grew stubbornly from the rough rocks.
"This place used to be the ocean floor," Shiao Yi said while staring up at the high ground above. "When this island connected to the land bridge, the ground lifted and this whole area rose up."
Dominic felt the same.
The palace area was likely once at a much lower level.
He realized again how enormous the ancient upheaval had been, the same event that had created the dead desert thousands of years ago.
It must have been a disaster on a world-changing scale.
Why was the Kingdom of Solmaria pouring so much magic into a gate like this?
What goal did they have?
