The golden light pouring from the altar grew brighter. At first it had been only a faint glow spreading across the carved runes, but now the entire platform radiated with ancient power. Lines of golden energy flowed through the cracks of the ruined altar like molten metal, illuminating the surrounding sanctuary in warm flickering light. Rowan instinctively stepped back. "…That looks very bad."
The ground trembled beneath their feet. Dust fell from the cracked pillars scattered around the ruins, and fragments of ancient stone rolled across the floor as a deep rumbling echoed up from beneath the altar.
The Stone Wraiths surrounding the chamber lowered their heads. Their voices echoed in slow, grinding whispers.
"The sanctuary awakens…"
"The flame returns…"
"The guardian rises…"
