Despite the tranquil atmosphere within the the City of the Damned, Morgan couldn't help but feel a profound sense of premonition.
Despite having spent several days in the middle rim, the inner rim of the city was still far off. No mattr how much they moved, the distant obsidian wall seemed as distant as ever.
Morgan suspected it had something to with the runes running along the the water channels leading into the city.
It was a conclusion he'd arrived at after exploring the length of the one of the channels that supposedly led into the city.
With every step along it's banks, they took the runes etched into it's surface pulsated strongly, glowing with an ethereal golden light.
The golden runes were imperceptibly to the rest of the youths but Morgan saw it clearly.
No matter how much they followed the channels, the distant wall still seemed further off in the distance. Every time they came to a stop, the incessant pulsing would come to a stop.
