“TERMER! Assist me now!” Lyra screeched and Talya began to walk towards the edge of the depression.
“Don’t.” Nero said sternly from behind Talya. The man was leaning against a small obelisk that appeared to be chiseled alabaster. Various dark stains marred its otherwise perfection. As Nero stepped closer to Lucien and Talya. With the folds of his robes no longer obscuring the archaic surface, the carvings on the surface shone darkly in the light. FAEV. OV GLVMAR.
The black shimmer caught Talya’s eye as she turned to face him.
“Nero. What’s that writing on the obelisk? I’ve never seen that type of script before.” She interrupted his scolding of Lyra.
“Oh that, that’s nothing.” He ignored the catatonic priestess huddled next to him.
“I’ve researched the old writings pulled from the ruins of Glenmar