The glow that burst from the symbols enveloped Liam in such a way as to blind him for a moment. When the shine faded, he found himself in some sort of twisted chamber from the one he had just been in. What was once filled with intricate carvings of heroes upon the walls now displayed grotesque figures, faces contorted in anguish. The air felt heavy and charged, an actual weight that could be felt empowering every hair on his body to stand on end.
Liam's heart was racing as his eyes scanned his surroundings. "Ava!" he shouted, desperation lacing his voice. The silence that greeted him was suffocating, wrapping itself around him like a shroud.
"Ah, poor Liam," the woman's voice echoed from the shadows, her tone drenched in false pity. She stepped forward, her figure now illuminated by the
