Dark Carnival

Previously

…He heard Elara’s voice, faint but clear, calling his name from the entrance. He took a deep, shaky breath, the adrenaline slowly ebbing, leaving behind a profound weariness. He had done it. He had severed the connection. But as he looked down at the tarnished locket, a chilling premonition settled over him. The Ringmaster had been a conduit, a puppet. Severing the connection to him… had it truly banished the entity, or merely released it? And the cost… he could feel a part of himself, a vital spark, gone, consumed by the locket’s dark magic. The victory felt hollow, tainted. The mystery of the Dark Carnival was far from over.