Taub did not think going to the Ruins of Aleidar was a good idea. It was dangerous. No, that didn't even begin to describe it.
The Ruins of Aleidar was what remained in the aftermath of the battle between Aleidar and too many gods to count. It was a fermentation jar of remnant powers, divine influences, and strange essences with strength to kill gods.
Mortals entering the Ruins were like ants climbing into a kettle for boiling lobsters.
The Ruins were not only dangerous, they also defied logic. One could enter them from one place on the continent and exit them, if one was lucky enough to live long enough, in another place entirely.
But space wasn't the only thing that had stopped obeying the rule of logic. Time had grown twisted. People who had entered in the prime of their youths had exited moments later old enough for their next step to be into the afterlife.
