Whispers of Existence

Previously

…Each symbol, each faded script, seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, a testament to the ancient pact that bound this place, and by extension, their town, to a slumbering darkness. The Custodian’s presence was no longer a subtle unease; it was a tangible weight pressing down, a silent roar in the cavernous space. Alistair could feel its ancient, possessive rage, a primal force loath to relinquish its charge. "This is it, isn't it?" Clara’s voice, usually a beacon of unwavering pragmatism, was hushed, laced with a tremor Alistair hadn't heard