The ruins remained eerily silent as Jude and Lyara stood before the hooded figure, the weight of the vision pressing heavily on them. The past was not just a story carved into forgotten stones; it was a living force, stretching across time, clawing at the present. The air around them pulsed with unseen energy, remnants of the gateway's power still lingering like an open wound in the fabric of reality.
Jude tightened his grip on the hilt of his dagger. "If the darkness still waits, then it means someone has to stop it."
The figure's shadowy form shifted, the movement unsettlingly fluid, as if it was not bound by the same physical laws as they were. "You assume it can be stopped."
Lyara narrowed her eyes. "Everything can be stopped. It's just a matter of knowing how."
