Building on the Rock
Mael confronted the Rock, hands on his hips, legs rooted to the ground, his decision made. Here he would forge his fated destiny.
“This is where I build my castle.”
His men gasped. An incredulous murmur rose. The volume ascended, scaling the sheer obsidian cliff face until it drowned the sound of the relentless, crashing surf.
“Surely, he jests.”
“He can’t be serious?”
“No one dares to build upon Devil’s Bite Mountai...