"Where does that path lead?" Sol asked.
His long, steady finger was aimed straight past the monolithic altar, past the glowing runic boundaries of the Shamanic Grove, directly into the churning, impenetrable wall of dark fog that marked the edge of the known tribal territory.
Kira flinched violently. The sound of her bone-armor rattling in the quiet clearing was stark.
She followed his gaze into the swirling darkness, and her stormy grey eyes widened in absolute, unadulterated horror. Seemingly realizing his insane intentions, Kira hurriedly stepped directly into his line of sight, planting her hands on his chest to physically block his view, lest the "Divine One" get a crazy idea that would get him slaughtered before the sun rose.
"Don't," Kira breathed, her voice a frantic, desperate whisper. "Don't even think about going there, Sol. That is the true deep woods. The Great Orrath."
