Sigil of the Unmade

Aurelia barely had time to react before the darkness surged forward, swallowing the room in an unnatural void.

A gust of icy wind whipped past her, knocking the lanterns off their stands.

Hades moved first, shoving Aurelia behind him as his body tensed, golden eyes flashing with divine fire. His shadows lashed out like living tendrils, clashing against the invading darkness. The impact sent a pulse of energy through the room, rattling the very walls.

Achilles groaned, still trembling on the ground.

Aurelia grabbed his arm, shaking him. "Achilles, you have to get up! We need to move…"

But before she could finish, a presence pressed against her mind.

A sharp pain lanced through her skull, forcing her to her knees. Her vision blurred, her senses drowning in a thick, suffocating fog.

Then…. whispers.

Not words. Not voices.

Just whispers, slithering into her thoughts.

She clutched her head, gasping.