A cavernous chamber stretched out before us, lit by ominously shining purple illumination artifacts. Ritual circles were carved into the stone floor, some fresh, some old. Chains dangled from the ceiling in decorative loops, each one draped with talismans or tiny animal skulls.
Bookshelves lined the walls, stuffed with thick, dusty tomes. However, unlike Black Fang, who seemed to be reading about basically anything and everything, Vex's interest was greatly specialized: grimoire after grimoire of hexes, curses, and unspeakable rituals were displayed on her shelves.
Vials filled with mysterious fluids sat next to labeled jars of dried herbs and… body parts.
I glanced to the side and froze for a second before erupting into amused chuckles, shaking my head. It was just like her. I don't know why I didn't expect this.
Mounted on the far wall were trophies.
Lionkin.
