The galleries fell silent. The brass light in Vethis’s eyes flickered, dimmed, then flared bright gold.
“Ah, but the fourth is mine to design.” Vethis smiled, revealing teeth like carved bone. “And I have decided. You will not fight. You will not solve. You will remember. ” DV-s The Skaafin Prize
“I can’t,” he said, but his voice was small. The galleries fell silent
He stood at the edge of the Obsidian Galleries, a cavern of polished volcanic glass that reflected his own scarred face back at him a thousand times. Somewhere in these echoing halls waited the Prize—and the one creature who could grant it. “And I have decided
The glass walls rippled. Suddenly Venn was no longer in the galleries. He was back in the salt-flat village of his childhood, the day the fever took his younger sister. He watched his twelve-year-old self hold her hand as she slipped away, helpless.