章 42: Chapter 42

The crown. Beau felt his breath catch in his throat. If she was correct, it was a major find for the gargoyle race. Their ruler's regalia, the four sacred artifacts that had once protected the well-being of his clan, had been lost more than a century ago. Since that time, their race had dwindled to dangerous proportions. Babies were rare, adolescents were dying at their first change and disease had invaded the population. Unless the regalia was recovered and soon, the seers were sure that the entire clan would perish.