Boniface and the Whispering Ruins

Previously

…He turned to face Silas, who was now standing at the edge of the altar, his eyes gleaming with a feverish intensity. “Step aside, boy,” Silas hissed, raising his device. “This power is wasted on the naive.” Boniface stood his ground, a newfound resolve hardening his gaze. He saw the ambition in Silas’s eyes, the same ambition he had wrestled with himself, and he knew what he had to do. This was not a race for riches; it was a battle for balance. The whispers had warned him, and now he understood their message. He would not let this power fall into the wrong hands. The fate of the ruins, and perhaps more, rested on his young shoulders.