Four crimson eyes watched Alex, burning from two snarling faces carved of slate-grey stone.

All else lay in blackness; the vicious expressions were all he could see under the light of glowing red eyes flickering like embers. A chilling memory returned.

One of fire, danger and death.

One of lines of flame streaking across stone, the scent of burning monsters, and the sound of bursting exoskeletons.

Alex remembered a skinny young man—who’d left his job as a simple baker’s assistant—clutching his family to his chest as rays of fire-magic erupted in an inferno behind them.

He recalled heat radiating all around.

And he knew exactly what he was looking at.

The goddess statues.

Their faces were the mirror of the goddess statues in the Cave of the Traveller, complete with fire gems inset in their eye sockets. The same statues had guarded Hannah’s temple, unleashing fire-beams on anyone attempting to cross the temple floor.

Those statues were once the deadliest things Alex had ever encountered in Thameland.

The two statues had also been shattered when he’d manipulated them into firing on each other, but the four gems had survived. One, they’d used to save their lives in their fight with the hive-queen, but they’d kept the other three, and nearly a year later, had put them to good use.

He and Selina had used them for Claygon, setting two in the palm of the golem’s upper hands and the third in his forehead, serving him as weapons, just as they had for Hannah’s goddess statues.

Yet, somehow, the two statues were now before him, intact, identical red gems glowing in their eye sockets, ready to burn intruders to ashes. His mind couldn’t grasp it.

‘How are they back?’ he wondered, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. ‘And how did we end up back in the Cave of the Traveller? And how—’

Something moved beside him. “What's going on? Where are we?” Bjorgrund’s voice echoed in the dark.

Stone ground on stone.

The statues shifted.

“Don’t move!” Alex hissed.

The young giant froze.

The statues froze in place.

“What's happening?” Birger asked, strain in his voice. “What are those terrible faces?”

“I think they're a trap.” The young wizard was still, his gaze fixed on the statues’ eyes. His heart pounded; he was poised, tense, waiting for the ‘whoom’ sound of fire-gems’ gathering power, followed by the ‘whoosh’ of their killing flame. “I’ve seen a trap like this before.”

“When? How?” Bjorgrund asked.

“In Hannah's cave, back in Thameland,” he said in grim tones. “She had a pair of statues guarding her sanctum that looked exactly like those, they also had fire-gems for eyes that fried anything trying to cross the floor.” He glanced down in the darkness, but could see nothing. “When someone or something stepped on a particular floor tile, the statues would turn and fire on them, killing them instantly. But, this is strange, I made those statues destroy each other.”

“Then, how are they in front of us?” Birger asked.

Alex frowned, then his eyes went wide. “By the Traveller, I thought we were back in the Cave of the Traveller…though, it wasn't nearly this dark in there. There was a doorway to a clear blue sky that provided light and fresh air. This place is different; I think we’re in Kelda’s sanctum, not Hannah’s. They were really close friends; so it makes sense that they’d set up similar traps to defend their homes.”

He reached out with the Traveller’s power, sensing for her energy.

It slammed into him from all sides.

He was encircled in her power, blazing from every direction. If it could be light, it would be blinding. If it could be sound, it would be deafening.

“This place is awash with her power,” the young wizard was awestruck.

“It seems we found it?” Birger asked, excitement growing in his voice. “If it—”

Searing light erupted in the goddess’ eyes, blazing like fire. The Traveller’s power surged, stirring like a great beast coming to life, reacting to the energy within Alex’s soul.

“Something’s happening!” he cried.

“I could've told you that!” Bjorgrund shouted as the ground began to tremble.

Fist-sized portals opened like eyes in the dark.

Light flooded the chamber, blinding everyone there.

He cried out, shielding his eyes.

“Did the fire-gems shoot?” Birger cried.

“Are we dead? Did we burn to death?” Bjorgrund shouted.

Neither stinging heat nor the stench of burning flesh reached Alex’s nostrils. He was bathed, instead, by the warmth of soft light, and a cool, gentle breeze wafting around them. Heartbeats passed, as did the fear of immolation in an inferno created by the goddesses’ fire-gems—he slowly opened his eyes.

“By the Traveller,” he murmured. “Look at this place!”

They were standing in a vast, stone hall that would have shamed even the grand chambers of Kaz-Mowang’s palace, if the demon’s home still stood. Fist-sized portals hovered along the walls—like portholes in a ship—like windows to a black sky filled with bright stars.

Beautiful starlight winked in the sky, but paled in comparison to what was hovering in the midst of the void. Through each portal shone a white sun—varied in size—yet all burned so brightly, they stung the eye.

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Their heat trickled into the hall, but the void’s frigid cold plunged the chamber’s temperature down to a biting chill. Other gateways—hovering at ceiling height—opened to cloudy skies, channelling fresh air into the chamber.

Another portal’s sky looked threatening, dark clouds poured torrential rain down on the floor below. The wall behind the goddess statues was carved from a single piece of stone, its facade was much like the temple chamber in the Cave of the Traveller.

Hundreds of words—written in the secret language Hannah had invented—were etched into the wall. Each character was defined and precise, still legible after so many years.

But what really drew Alex’s eye, wasn't the wall.

It was a statue standing between, and behind, the two goddesses, hidden in the shadows.

The tall, benevolent carved form of Uldar loomed there, his right hand held in the mirror-image of his holy symbol. His robes had been sculpted so perfectly, their folds appeared to be moving His hair was well defined, individual strands falling softly on his shoulders, looking real enough to move in a soft breeze.

The stone sculpture of Uldar was flawless…until Alex’s eyes fell on his face. Uldar’s face was gone.

It wasn’t that it had never been completed: there were remnants of his smiling mouth and chin, but the rest had been gouged away, disfigured by a deliberate hand wielding a rough tool. It was clear that whoever had erased his face held only rage and contempt for the god of Thameland.

As Alex eyed the ruined image of Uldar, the goddess statues began shifting, their faces twisting and animating. On his shoulder, Alex felt the Mark of the Fool pulsing in time with the Traveller’s power in his soul and in the sanctum around them.

Orange, fiery light in the goddesses’ eyes flickered and faded as their maws opened.

“Welcome Kelda,” they said in tandem. “Welcome back. Welcome home.”

Silence hung over the chamber, only broken by the sound of rain pattering on the stone floor. The old giant’s jaw opened and closed, his eyes bulging.

Tears shone in them. “We’re here…by my ancestors, we’re here! But I don't understand. They said Kelda was here, but—” The giant looked around, clutching his crutch, forcing himself to his feet. “—you said she was gone, didn't you?”

Alex touched his right shoulder. “I think they’re sensing Hannah’s power and the Fool’s Mark from me…they think I'm Kelda.”

“That explains why this place started lighting up all of a sudden,” Bjorgrund got to his feet, putting his hand on his father’s back. “I'm sorry, father.”

“Hmph, nothing to be sorry about. Just the foolish hope of a foolish old man,” the old firbolg said, looking at the writing on the wall. “But we’re here! We found it! We’ve made it!”

“We did it!” Bjorgrund’s shout echoed through the room.

“We did!” Alex screamed. “By the Traveller, we found it! We found her sanctum! I can’t bloody believe it!”

The three men let out great cheers of relief, pumping their hands in the air. Bjorgrund and Alex linked hands, dancing a giddy jig in a circle while Birger clapped beside them.

“We did it! We did it! We did it!” the two young men screamed.

“I’m not dreaming, right?” Birger said. “I’ve had dreams like this for months now, please tell me this is real!”

“Unless we’re all having the same bloody dream, it’s real Birger!” Alex shouted. “It’s real!”

“Never thought we’d see this day,” the old giant admitted.

“I knew we’d do it.” Bjorgrund’s chest swelled. “I knew it. Alex, are you going to tell Claygon?”

Alex paused, some of his glee fading. “Not quite yet…” He looked at the word-etched wall. “I want to see Kelda’s lab first. When we find that—and her notes—that’s when I’ll tell them. We’ve had enough disappointment over these past months: I’m not giving them hope yet until I’m sure this place has what we’re looking for.”

“Then let’s get on with it!” Birger nodded to the wall. “What're all those words up there? They’re written in a tongue I've never seen before.”

Alex squinted at the characters etched in Hannah's secret language. “Oh…oh.”

“Can you read it?” Birger asked.

“ Yes, it's a note from Kelda,” Alex said. “A pretty grim one. It says: ‘Hannah, I wrote this message just for you and had my assistant, Xylas, enchant the wall so these words would only appear if I were to die. If you’re reading this, I guess that means I’m dead. If you find this message in time, then I ask that you find my assistants and get them out: it's very hard to get in and out of here without your power. Please, don’t weep for me, Hannah. I was born a fighter. I was trained to be a fighter. I lived as a fighter, even though my god tried to take that away from me. If I’m dead, then I died fighting the Mark. I died fighting., and for a warrior, there couldn’t be a better death. I only ask that you leave my body here, in my laboratory—the battlefield where I challenged the Mark one last time—and let it be my tomb. Let your goddesses watch over me in death and let Uldar—faceless and ruined—stand witness to my final defiance. Hopefully, in death, my soul will be spared, and I will see you one day again in the afterworld. If not, then know that the greatest thing that ever happened in my life was meeting you and gaining your friendship. Live strong, my friend, live well, fight on.”

Alex finished Kelda’s final words, letting them echo in the silence of the chamber. He lowered his head.

Bjorgrund lowered his as well. “She sounded like a true warrior.”

“She was a great friend.” Birger shook, battling tears, his voice breaking.

“She was a Hero,” Alex said.

“But it's strange, right? If she had assistants with her, then shouldn't someone have known where her sanctum was? If they went out into the world…Oh…” Bjorgrund paused. “They didn't make it out of here, did they?”

“I don't think so,” Alex said.

“Oh…so, how would we make it out of here?” Bjorgrund looked around. “I don't see any doors. Do you think there's hidden passages somewhere?”

“Hold on now.” Birger pointed at the wall. “Before we get ahead of ourselves, there's a lot of words on that wall, a lot more than what that note said..”

“Uh…” Alex started. “Well, that’s…”

“What is it?” the old giant asked.

“Kelda wrote a bunch of insults to Uldar,” Alex said slowly. “A whole lot of insults to Uldar, enough to fill a small book.”

“Oh…” Birger said. “I suppose you don't have to read all that, then.”

“No, we’d be here for a while,” Alex said. “It's funny…how she hid a note in the wall…which was only meant to appear if she died.”

He thought back to Uldar’s sanctum, to the emptiness of that space.

He often wondered if there was anything hidden there. Anything that they’d missed.

“So how do we get out of here?” Bjorgrund asked.

“I’m not sure,” Alex said, feeling around with the Traveller’s power. “That’s something we’re going to need to figure out. And fast. We also don’t know if the church can track us here.”

He looked around. “There's something different about this place. It's like there's different pockets of Hannah's power around us. I think I know what Kelda meant by ‘it's very hard to get in and out of here without Hannah’s power’.”

His eyes drifted up. “I think the only way to move around in here is with her power, or some other form of teleportation. I should be able to use those pockets like beacons, teleporting to them without seeing where they are beforehand. But get ready, I have no idea what’ll be waiting for us.”

The two giants took the young wizard’s hands, gripping them tightly as Alex reached for Hannah's power. Bjorgrund raised his axe. Energy flared within the wizard, then they were gone, reappearing in another large chamber, where the walls were honeycombed with hundreds of cells. Inside each hole was a thick, broad spearhead; ballista bolts waited, ready to launch at intruders.

Yet, none fired.

“She didn't scrimp on security,” Alex noted. “It seems these traps are set to activate if they sense an intruder. I’m glad they don’t think we’re intruders. Come, let's keep going.”

The young wizard and the two giants teleported from chamber to chamber, finding traps in every one. Everything from rusty saws to heavy axes were concealed in some, while the walls in others were partitioned, though Alex wasn’t sure what these would do. One chamber had a ceiling that was filled with razor-sharp spikes.

Another had pockets of Hannah’s energy concealed there, connected to poisonous lakes bubbling with acid, overflowing its banks, flooding the chamber when portals opened.

As they moved on, discovering room after room of deadly traps, an idea began forming in Alex’s mind. An idea that might free him and his family from a constant menace forever.

But before that idea could fully form, the trio teleported to a chamber that was different, smaller, free of traps.

It was filled with complex equipment and eleven bodies were laid out in a row, entombed in coffins of clear glass.

In a glass casket in the centre of the ten others, was a young woman with bright red hair.

Kelda of Clan MacCallum, with her hands clasped across her breast, lay in peaceful repose.