AZIS/MORAVOKH
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The chamber was still.
Silent.
The sigils dimmed.
The echoes of light faded into dust.
Sommer, Kael, Alyssa, and Arq had long exited — unaware of the hairline crack that now ran along the Cradle's center plinth. Barely visible. Barely enough to matter.
Until it spoke.
A groan.
No — a wail.
The stone split — not with a shatter, but a shudder, like something slithering beneath a grave.
Then came the black mist — slow at first, then pouring. Violent. Coiling like tendrils of pure rot, crawling up the walls, licking the ceilings.
The medallion left by Sommer — once golden — now rusted.
And then… it stood up.
From the core rose a figure — all angles, bones, and inverted symmetry. Humanoid only in mockery. Long limbs. Fingers like razors. Flesh pale and veined in ash.
Its face — not a face — but a cracked, ghastly porcelain mask. Stained lips. Hollow eyes.
The body stretched unnaturally, bones cracking as it reformed.
Its voice creaked like a whisper between dimensions:
One more vertebra snapped into place.
It smiled — impossibly wide.
The creature — now fully shaped, a sickening vision in the grotesque elegance of a ghoul — turned toward the dark passage.
It sang, almost gently, as it stepped forward:
Silent.
The sigils dimmed.
The echoes of light faded into dust.
Sommer, Kael, Alyssa, and Arq had long exited — unaware of the hairline crack that now ran along the Cradle's center plinth. Barely visible. Barely enough to matter.
Until it spoke.
A groan.
No — a wail.
The stone split — not with a shatter, but a shudder, like something slithering beneath a grave.
Then came the black mist — slow at first, then pouring. Violent. Coiling like tendrils of pure rot, crawling up the walls, licking the ceilings.
The medallion left by Sommer — once golden — now rusted.
And then… it stood up.
From the core rose a figure — all angles, bones, and inverted symmetry. Humanoid only in mockery. Long limbs. Fingers like razors. Flesh pale and veined in ash.
Its face — not a face — but a cracked, ghastly porcelain mask. Stained lips. Hollow eyes.
The body stretched unnaturally, bones cracking as it reformed.
Its voice creaked like a whisper between dimensions:
One more vertebra snapped into place.
It smiled — impossibly wide.
The creature — now fully shaped, a sickening vision in the grotesque elegance of a ghoul — turned toward the dark passage.
It sang, almost gently, as it stepped forward: