"Speak."
He eyed me as if weighing how much I needed to know. "No one's confirmed exactly who they are," he said, "but rumors point to either rogue Gravekeepers, exiled Council defectors, or something far worse—a cult that worships the Tapestry itself. They've claimed Kael'Thorne, probably feeding off that leyline. If you go there, you'll be walking into a stronghold of unknown enemies, each possibly more dangerous than the last."
I let his words settle into the heavy air. A stronghold of exiles or cultists would be a formidable obstacle, especially given my depleted mana. But a leyline was no small prize. Tapping into its raw power could give me the edge I needed to retake control of my fate—and to keep Belisarius from claiming the realm as his own once again.
Asterion seemed to sense my calculating silence. "Your call," he said. "Valemore—or Kael'Thorne."