51. LURKING IN THE SHADOWS
VALERIA
The Altar was beautiful.
Whoever had created it had clearly put great effort into it, but it lacked the intense, dark energy that had drawn me to the other one.
At the foot of several snow-capped mountains, with massive waterfalls cascading in the distance, stood the altar in a clear space within the pine forest surrounding us.
Its base was circular, covered in arabesque carvings that, in reality, didn’t convey anything meaningful.
Above it, the statue of a beautiful woman stood, draped