Hefought through the feeling of vertigo.
Eventually,after some careful shuffling, he saw a crackling pillar of purple light, faraway in the distance.It was not quite a solid line—instead, the light wascomposed of faint purple streaks, seemingly carved at random, like the scratchmarks in the prisoner cells.Some were long, some were short, many were jaggedand wide, and, together, they all combined to give the faint impression of anobelisk.It was some kind of massive tower.Clearly, it was big enough to rundown the full length of the giant skeleton’s legs, right to the bottom of thetomb.
Thatwas it.That was where his father was.Down there, at the bottom of theobelisk.
Hestrained his eyes against the darkness, trying to scrutinize the structure.Hismind raced with possibility.
Hisfather, jailed in the sorceress’s lair.
Thenecromancer herself, waiting for his arrival, surrounded by oceans of bone, aswell as an equally large sea of treasure.
He wasclose now.His life’s purpose was almost at hand.
Thelonger he strained himself, the more detail he was able to discern.It appearedthat the lines he could see in the pillar were cracks in the structure, theancient walls having crumbled from millennia of disrepair.The purple color wascoming from a very large source of light, shining across the length of thetower.If he squinted right, he almost thought that he could see the purpleglow moving and churning, like blood inside an artery.
All atonce, he noticed a faint sound in the chilly air.A whispering noise was comingfrom the obelisk.Considering the distances involved, it must’ve beenexceptionally loud.
Itsounded like screaming.
“Isaac!”Zaria shouted.“Get your head outta there!”
“I cansee the bottom of the tomb!”The cavernous air seemed to absorb his voice.Itdidn’t even echo back.“It’s an obelisk!”
“Awhat?”
“Atower!Big pillar!Very massive!”
Shetook a moment to respond.“We’re near the legs, ain’t we?”
“Yes.Ithink, if I chart its position properly, I can navigate us through the pelvic—”
“Doesthat mean it’s a giant cock?”
Isaacpulled his head from the open hole.
Zariahad wandered over to the open presentation circle, grinning beside theskeletons.“Ain’t got my anatomy mixed up, have I?”
“Thatis the evil lair of a necromancer,” Isaac said, sternly.
“Bigtower, you said.Long.Tall.Hard.”
“Pleasedon’t ruin my discovery.”
“Massivelength.Piercing the earth.Fucking it, you could say.”
“It isanobelisk.It’s filled with light.I think it might be soul energy, avast cauldron of whatever souls the necromancers have amassed.”
“This cock’sfilled with souls, is it?Aren’t all the others?”
“Zaria!”
Shesnorted.
“Awful,”he said.
“Oh,come off it, squire.”
Isaacwiped dust off his robe, trying to track where the puppeteer had exited theroom.“Look, this is very good for us.We’ve found our way down to the bottom.If we can get to the coccyx, I think the obelisk will connect—”
