‘No formations, fluctuations or even energy signatures. What’s this Faras Stone made of?’
At the belly of a two kilometers tall mountain, still in the northern continent, Vilverdar, Zax burrowed a cavern and settled in the darkness, sitting crossed legged while next to him a dimmed golden arm.
The black and gold brimming on his skin also receded and his three aspects were in the process of recharging. With the Faras Stone in hand, he could cut ten percent of the allocated recovery time.
‘After I’ll be done with my oaths, I should consider heading to the Second Valley’.
On the one hand, vast opportunity can be waiting for him over there. On the other, he was an Infernal with at least one God, that he knows of, conspiring against him.
He pushed the subject to the back of his mind and co
