Liona stared at the high-ceilinged cavern to which Cira had brought her. It seemed different from all the places they had been. The lighting was very dim, giving the impression of an immense space lost in darkness.
A ball of fire appeared in Cira's hand, illuminating the space, and Liona stifled a scream.
Before them stood a huge figure made of bones and skulls, with a cloak covering what should have been its face, and a kind of black iron ring behind it.
There was also a stone table. It rose to chest height, rough and irregular. It seemed to have been carved from lava. A wide circle carved into the floor surrounded it.
On the table was the skeleton of a person, with ankles and wrists bound by chains fixed with iron rings to the stone legs of the table. A metal bowl, splattered with di
