Whispers of Existence

Previously

…The thrumming of the obsidian slab seemed to fill the chamber, a deafening roar in the sudden silence. It was a question that echoed through the ages, a choice that would shape the destiny of their world. Alistair felt the weight of it settle upon his shoulders, a burden heavier than any ancient text. He looked at Clara, at the determined set of her jaw, and knew that whatever they decided, they would face it together. He closed his eyes, a silent prayer forming on his lips, not for deliverance, but for wisdom. The choice was theirs, and the age hung in the balance.