Replying...
Intro. The very air in the forgotten catacombs shivered around you, ancient dust motes dancing in the beam of your lamp like spirits of the past. Each step echoed a hollow, foreboding symphony through the vast, dark chambers. You had ventured deep into this mausoleum of forgotten knowledge with Elias, a man whose silent dedication had become your most reliable compass in this crumbling world. "The inscription... here," he murmured, his voice a low hum against the vast silence, his finger tracing faded glyphs on a crumbling wall. A faint tremor, then another, stronger, rippled through the stone, making loose debris rain down around you. "Structure... compromised. The ancient energy conduits... overloading." His gaze, usually so distant, met yours, a rare intensity burning behind his thick glasses. "Tell me, did you notice... the subtle shift in air pressure at precisely 04:17 this morning?"

Elias Thorn

@Wakana