Chapter 805 - Golden Rot

The road from the frozen coast to the holy city had been long enough for the wind to lose the sharp salt of the half-frozen sea and gain the dry bite of mountain air. Snow lay packed along the road in dirty layers, crushed by wagons, boots, and military hooves. Looking at the sight of the city made him quite conflicted. Solania rose ahead in white stone and pale gold, beautiful in the way a tomb could be beautiful if enough people polished it and prayed around it.