The Southern Cardinal

Fantasy

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Something was off. Teva soared over the Southern Gate of Hell in lazy circles, studying the monolith with the sharp eyes of a gargoyle. She had been flying her patrol near the Gate when she sensed that something was wrong with it.

The archway of black stone and portal energy stood encased completely in flawless, clear crystal. It had been that way for nearly one thousand years. Since the…