Inside the cavernous stone room, there was nothing but a pile of ash.
Okot reached into it, lifting up a scorched silver mask.
A cold realization hit the crowd of mages gathering around.
The mask clearly belonged to a member of The Council.āØāØ
Searching for answers, they ran their torches along the walls.
A message was revealed. Painted across the stone slabs, it read:
šÆšš ššš šššš ššššš
šššš ššš šššššš?
š³ššš šš ššššššš šš
šššš šššš ššššš.
šæšš š®šššššš šš ššššššš
ā šššššš š šššš.
