Chapter 349 — The Toll of Ages
I keep looking down into the gallery.
Veric asked a simple question. Whether I know how to solve this.
The answer is more complicated than I'd like.
"The mechanics still look the same," I say. "What changed is the layout."
Freya moves a little closer to the edge of the elevated channel, careful not to push her body past the stone. From here we can see almost the entire gallery. The Brinekin move between the pillars, cross the lower walkways, and drop into the streams ringing the arena, surfacing again at uneven intervals. Some stay near the statues. Others haul the remains of something from one small opening in the wall to another.
I point at the central area.
"First, those five statues."
Rhayne follows my finger.
