A Problem with the Ghosts
Freeing the Spirits Dakhir watched as, with a mighty swing of his holy pickax, Saint Kinga struck the stone wall of the Overseer's chamber. The raw stone shuddered at the blow, and then, with an earsplitting 'crack,' the wall split, a narrow fissure radiating out from the point of impact, racing toward the floor and ceiling. At first, the fissure was only an inch across, but it widened rapidly, now a handsbreadth, now a foot. The entire massive chamber shuddered and rocked. Dakhir could see a yellow-white light emanating from the crack in the wall, faint at first but brightening rapidly. The fissure was now several feet wide, leading back into the solid stone of the wall, the light shining from too bright to see where it might lead. The chamber shook again, severely this time. A chunk of stone fell from the ceiling, almost landing on Ricmo, who barely managed to dodge out of the way in time. "Go! Now!" Saint Kinga commanded, gestu