Kingdom of Ash

room and dungeon he’d passed through.
Darkness fell beyond the room.
Dorian stepped back as the stones turned
dark, dark, dark—then vanished.
The stench of death, of rot, of hate flowed
out. Far more putrid than the tomb levels
below.
It threatened to buckle his knees, but
Dorian drew Damaris. Rallied his power and
lifted his left hand, a faint golden light
shining from his fingers. Fire.
With a prayer to whatever gods might
bother to help him, Dorian stepped through
the portal.