Night fell over the Sunless City, though in this place, night was merely a deeper shade of obsidian.
Damon had found a semi-intact chamber within one of the lower towers—a room lined with black velvet stone and bioluminescent moss that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic indigo. He had managed to drag the granite slab inside, placing Vera's stone body in the center. Arkon was already unconscious in the corner, his body wrapped in his teal robes, his breathing heavy with exhaustion. Damon sat by the entrance, his silver sword across his lap, his head nodding as he fought the inevitable pull of sleep.
Kassian was the only one awake. He was propped up against the wall near the granite slab, his shredded tunic exposing the orange veins of his curse. His sky-blue eyes were fixed on the phantom hovering at the foot of the slab.
