Chapter 2Culann Penrose, forensic physicist, frowned at the obeliscos standing in trinity before him, soaring to eighty-one feet, their sides inscribed with the ancient indecipherable script of his forebears. None of the Henges were so intimidating as these obeliscos on Galicia in the Southern Triangle, the tallest among the monuments. It wasn't any wonder that the patron Elemental was Air. Sylphs flew in between and around the obeliscos like wraiths.
“Druid Arturo Lubri wouldn't ever send anyone into oblivion like that,” said the meek little man beside Culann. Druid Tristão Andrade had come over from the neighboring village after Druid Lubri's arrest.
Three peoples' disappearance in one day into Gael Gates along the Orion Spur had alarmed the Druidic Ministry. The Ceannaire herself, her
