Chapter 136

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Six

With the placement of each relic on its reliquary, the nature of the large chamber shifted in Connor’s new perception. Dimension, temperature, heat—everything he sensed took on a fresh aspect.

The room grew larger and deeper, the ceiling higher.

Coolness crept toward a discomforting chill, then to freezing.

Selen’s fetid reek was circulated out and replaced with a comparatively clean and welcome, sterile aroma.

Anything was better than her poisoned, corrupted stench.

What was probably the most welcome, though, was the pearlescent starshine filling the growing space. That radiance pushed away the malignant presence of the imprisoned alien.

Once the fifth object rested atop its stone dais, the rhythmic thrum of energy filled his head.

Connor glanced at the final reliquary, across the chamber. “Can you feel it, Mosiah?”