The man stands uncertain before the precipice. He cannot trust, cannot take that leap of faith. It is dark below, black as eternal night, and he is afraid of what lies in those depths. She steps up to him, in the end the only one who truly knows, and takes his hand. His fingers are cold, deadly cold. Grey eyes, blue eyes.
Lowen’s vision, fourteen years after the Enchanter entered that other invisible realm
Your salvation lies in the courage to enter that temple of dreams, torn soul. Offer it up, all that you still have hidden in your deepest recesses, and look with an empty vessel into that abyss.
The Ymirian Rosenroth on the Enchanter’s dream
This short story was a ‘part’ in Lore of Arcana, which was completely removed, and yet it explains quite a bit about Millanu’s reason for returning to Valaris …
Blurb
After ages of war, a Rift is opened between realms. The Valleur choose exile and peace over war and death. Choosing to rebuild and renew, they start over.
But, after millennia, the Rift opens and ancient loyalties are again put to the test.
This is what happened between their then and their now.
Far from the known there lies the forbidden, and it is into this zone we must go. Only in a place where no one lives a dragon may go free.
But is the Forbidden Zone as unpopulated as legend will have it?
Sanctum is both a sanctuary and a sacred space, and this applies to a tangible place and the intangible realms of feelings and beliefs.
The first new cover for Lore of Sanctum!
Torrullin’s sanctuary is invaded by a desperate call through the spaces. Someone has stolen the Xenian seer Lowen Dalrish, and he suspects it is Agnimus, the draithen who nearly annihilated his world and then vanished without a trace.
It is time for Elixir to stand forth. Time demands it of him.
Meanwhile three Valla heirs await the rising of the Valleur Throne; only one will be chosen as Vallorin. When a prophecy is uncovered about Three Kingdoms and rumours of an army secretly building to prevent it, Torrullin realises the three heirs to the Throne are in danger, for the warmongers believe he will carve out three kingdoms, one for each heir.
It is time to deploy Nemesis, the mighty blade forged of two, of both darak and lumin.
As activity becomes frenetic in the spaces, the dark man of Torrullin’s visions and dreams stirs and becomes aware of the newness in the ether. He now seeks release from his long incarceration. He knows how to find the missing seer; more than that, he is the catalyst to releasing long-suppressed memory.
It is time for Torrullin’s Nemesis to stand forth. His name is Elianas.
