It held a Power beyond man's imagining...
THE POWER OF THE DOOM
Something was happening to the weather. Winter itself was moving South, lapping at the warmlands with tongues of ice. And riding the cold wind between the tall, ruined cities were the bitter Lann, their curved swords already bright with blood. They could be stopped, Carl knew, but only at a terrible cost—only by unsealing the Vault and releasing the hideous powers of the Doom!
VAULT OF THE AGES
Carl felt the awe and sadness that lay over the ancient City. It sprawled farther away on every side than he could see. The forest had crept in, and wind and rain had brought the buildings down; wild beasts laired in the wreak and prowled the hollow streets.
But far, far down the towers gleamed in the sun. They stood tall and straight against the sky, straining heavenward like the great dead men who had built them, and Carl knew he was entering the ruin of a dream.
"Look behind!" Owl shouted. "The Lann are turning back. The old Cities are forbidden to them."
"They are forbidden to us, too," Carl said, spurring his horse forward. "But what have we to lose? Come on, let's find the witches..."