Kapitel 438: The Lich's Blessing

The dark veil released its grip on the world and sunlight flowed back into the sky. As the quakes slowed to a halt, as mortals opened their eyes from prayer they believed to save them, as immortal beings conducted their work, Doevm exited from the winding caverns. He found himself at the back of the lowest level of the Polyglint Mines, level eight.

As opposed to the upper levels' simplistic housing and calm, collected, chaos, the lower levels were each works of art constructed by the finest smiths in the mines using the finest materials. It was a fantasy-land where marble and gold flowed like water.

The checkpoint which served to separate the branching caverns from the city-dwellers now lay crumpled on its side. Doevm frowned. To him, days had passed within the legacy, and outside it shouldn't have been more than a minute.

'Did the gods attack already?' he thought.