reader.chapter — El Trono de la Obsesión

Erich Stahl

Descending into the bowels of the earth felt like stepping into the gullet of a beast long-dead yet still ravenous. The tunnel beneath the Bosque Primordial of Hexenberg stretched endlessly before me, its walls of pale, bone-white stone slick with a sheen that caught the flickering torchlight in my hand. Each step echoed, a hollow thud swallowed by the oppressive silence, while the air clung heavy with the stench of iron and decay—a scent that burned my nostrils and sank into my bones. The runas carmesí etched into the walls pulsed like veins, their glow a sinister heartbeat that synced with the fragment of the seal embedded in my arm. It seared my flesh with a cold fire, a constant reminder of the power I’d claimed, the power I’d yet to fully wield.