I stood at the edge of the massive black basin, my legs shaking so hard weak and unsteady that I thought I would collapse. The stone looked like it had been pulled from the deepest part of the earth, ancient and forbidding. I stepped over the edge, expecting to feel the heat of water, or chill one, something soothing. but as I entered, my feet hit dry, cold rock, solid and unforgiving.
The tub was deep, deeper than I expected. It was empty. There was no water at all, just the dark, carved symbols glowing at the bottom, faintly pulsing.
I looked up to ask him what to do next but as I looked, my breath caught in my throat, sharp and sudden.
He was already there. I mean like… One second I was alone in the basin, and the next, the Shaman was standing right beside me inside the stone walls,
