Gareth pointed his cutlass toward the altar on the far side of the room. One of the nearby doors stood open, awaiting their entry. "Only open door I've seen. I'd guess that's where the previous visitors ventured."
The group crossed the room, finding the small antechamber off the side of the nave. Stepping into the ancient stairwell, the walls flared to life. The mounted scones glowed a purple flame, illuminating their descent around the twisting corridor. Reaching the bottom they passed into the small room. A pile of purple stone lay crumbled in the center and the rear wall was reflective, much like the mirror they'd previously seen.
Ravion felt a strange familiarity with the stone. He could feel the dagger calling to him, begging to be touched. Fighting against its will he stepped past the crumbled stone and approached the ancient speculum. Pressing his hand against the semi-solid surface, ripples expanding from his touch. "It looks like this is the place." Talking a deep breath he walked through, feeling the water-like substance swallow him.
This is the second installment of the Heroes of Order trilogy. Be sure to conclude the epic tale by reading the third and final book, Izaryle's Key!
