Chapter 237

Malam flicked her white hair back as she inspected the air above her. Her mouth open, she took deep breathes and tasted the cool air. This part of the hold, the highest part had the thickest energies. Anassa stood near a workshop as the dwarves inside worked away. They had gotten used to the Goddess of Hatred walking around the hold by now, and no one so much as turned their head when she walked in. They kept beating their ingots away with bronze hammers as Malam looked up at the ceiling of smoothed-stone.