J.T. Williams

“He continued as the storm blew over, feeling the same feeling growing greater in the center of his mind and forethought until, at last, something stood out. It was a silver spire standing upon a black rock that stuck out of the trees and into the sky. The center point of the spire was struck by multiple strikes of lightning and seemed to arc down to the ground. But the arcs were blue, a strange color, and as he drew closer, he not only felt stronger but could see beyond his normal sight. As he made his way toward this place, he noticed glowing stones on small pillars of stone that floated above the ground. The road ahead crept up like a fallen tree timber, the rocks and railings crumbled, but still, it was a path. As he came closer to the spire, he noticed more floating orbs floating just above the ground. Beneath the orbs”
― J.T. Williams, Of Shadows and Blood: Twilight of the Lich