The morning light filtered through the sanctuary's high windows, casting long golden beams across the stone floor. Elias sat at the center of the chamber, his eyes closed, his breathing slow and measured. The Primordial Light pulsed behind him, its gentle rhythm a constant comfort. But something was wrong.
He could feel it in his bones. A cold, prickling sensation that seemed to emanate from deep within him. It was subtle at first, barely noticeable. But it grew stronger with each passing day.
You are changing, the shadow said. The encounter with the Fragment of Chaos has left its mark on you.
Elias opened his eyes. "What kind of mark?"
I don't know. But it is growing. You need to find out what it is before it's too late.
Elias stood and walked to the entrance of the sanctuary. The ci
