The Crumbling Truth

The ground beneath Evelyne trembled. A deep, rumbling groan echoed through the Forgotten Archives as cracks spread along the marble floor like veins of destruction.

Shelves toppled. Ancient tomes spilled onto the ground. The air thickened with dust and the weight of something unseen—something angry.

Evelyne staggered back, gripping the crimson-bound book against her chest. The whispers had vanished, but their warning remained, clawing at the edges of her mind.

The pact was never meant to save your world.

It was meant to destroy it.

The words chilled her to the core.

The Guardian remained still, watching as the chamber collapsed around them. It made no move to flee, no attempt to stop her.

Because it knew.

It had given her the truth, and now, whatever forces had hidden it for so long were retaliating.

A deafening crack split the air.