Chapter 47: The Tower of Xaran

Kalann skidded to a stop, panting. The complex was a sprawling beast, and even with the amulet's light to guide him, crossing it had been exhaustingly long. Wiping his brow, he raised his gaze to the end of the mist trail. Barely ten feet ahead of him, it vanished into the base of the great obsidian tower.

It was even more intimidating up close. Four pitted edges of jet-black stone clawed their way high into the sky, angling in on each other like a pyramid. Jagged spires jutted out of its walls in random formations. Its top was still concealed by the thick red fog, but Kalann could make out a deep orange glow pulsing above it. The wrong he'd been feeling was coursing through him like liquid fire, making his flesh shiver. No doubts now: this was where the voice waited for him.

There was just one problem.

There didn't seem to be a door.