C364 PROPHECY OF THE LAST MEAL

"You cannot go further, girl. The air down here belongs to the dead," Silas whispered, his hand catching Aria’s shoulder. He was shaking, his skin gray in the dim light of the vent. "The Lower Palace is not a place. It is a stomach. It takes what it wants and never lets go."

Aria pulled away from him, her fingers curling around the black bone ring. The surface of the band felt warm