The Watchers led me deeper. As we walked, they spoke.
"This world is not as it seems."
They told me of an ancient war, of beings who once ruled before fading into myth. These ruins were not just remnants of the past—they were remnants of something sealed away.
"Something that should never awaken."
I frowned. "Then why bring me here?"
"Because," the Watcher said, "you have already awakened part of it."
I froze. "What?"
They stopped before a massive stone door covered in carvings—scenes of battle, destruction, and something clawing its way out of the abyss. At the center of the door, a faint glow pulsed.
It matched the glow that sometimes flickered in my hands when I fought.
"You are tied to this place." The Watcher's voice was grave. "Whether you wish to be or not."