origin ver. finale / section 6
No snow had fallen overnight, but the harsh northern winds had cast heavy drifts of pure white powder over much of the grisly scene just outside the barrow door. He looked up at the yawning portal in the rock, slowing to a stagger as he tried to regain his breath.
“Father!” He shouted into the tunnel. “Brother! Answer me!” But there was no reply, save for the wind howling through the empty passage.
He pushed onward, strength slowly returning. His paw ran along the jagged edge of the tunnel, guiding him through the darkness. A faint glow carried through from further inside. Thane’s pace quickened. The light grew stronger. He gritted his teeth and his grip tightened around the hilt of the Hakonsbane.
“Fang!” Thane burst into the chamber, sword at the ready, his heart pounding. The room was massive and well-lit, pools of burning oil set at regular intervals around the perimeter of the stone chamber, which looked as if it had been carved into the mountainside by thousands of bare, frenzied claws. Terrifying reliefs had been shaped into the walls of the room, showing dark, raven-like creatures devouring an army of wolves. A larger image, adorning the far wall of the chamber, was the same he’d seen on River’s missive: a raven devouring the Star Over the Mountain.