The sanctuary was bathed in soft golden light.
Elias stood at the center of the chamber, his eyes fixed on the Primordial Light. The crystal pulsed with its gentle rhythm, casting warm patterns across the walls. The ritual was complete. The shadow was free. The connection to the void was severed.
But something was wrong.
He could feel it in his bones. A nagging sensation, a whisper at the edge of his consciousness that refused to be ignored. The void was still out there, and it was still coming.
You feel it too, the shadow said. The void is not defeated. It is regrouping.
Elias nodded slowly. "I know. The ritual severed your connection to the void, but it didn't destroy the void itself. It's still out there, waiting."
Yes. And it will not stop until it has claimed the Primordial Ligh
