Dark Carnival

Previously

…The Heart of the Carnival was still, a lifeless husk of obsidian and bone. They had won. They had stopped the feeding. But the victory felt hollow, steeped in the lingering dread that had seeped into the very soil of their town. The carnival was gone, its tents vanished with the dawn, leaving behind only a scarred field and the chilling memory of its reign. But Silas knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that the darkness it represented was not truly banished. It had merely retreated, waiting for another opportunity, another town ripe for consumption. And the echoes of the laughter, the painted grins, would forever haunt their dreams.