Whispers of Existence

Previously

…They circled the perimeter, their footsteps muffled by the thick moss that carpeted the ground. Alistair pointed to a series of carvings on one of the larger stones, barely visible beneath the patina of age. “These symbols… they’re not local. They’re older. Much older.” He consulted the journal again, his brow furrowed. “The text speaks of wards, of containment. Not protection, Clara. Containment.” A chill that had nothing to do with the temperature snaked through Clara. “Containment of what?” Alistair looked at her, his eyes wide with a dawning horror. “The legend says the sanctuary was built to protect the town from… something