Lithos woke up unrestricted, and it started climbing out of the abyss.
Raziel pressed his right hand against the cold stone floor and pushed his body up.
His left arm hung useless at his side.
A thick trail of blood ran down his fingers and pooled on the dusty tiles.
His muscles screamed and his knees shook under his own weight.
The East Basement dissolved into chaos.
The sub-audible frequency from the Silencer artifact ripped through the ceiling.
The noise bypassed the physical stone and drilled straight into the foundation of St. Celeste.
Zorya gasped for air and clutched her chest.
The liquid silver ink flowing through the veins in her hands stopped glowing.
The bright silver turned pitch black.
The unchained Inscriptor coughed up a mouthful of dark blood and stained her gray tunic.
The ancient magic died around them.
