Frankie:
The air in the Cradle was thick with the weight of history, the promise of an end. The light from the Cradle pulsed, casting eerie, flickering shadows, each seeming to stretch and writhe like the dark things that lurked in the heart of this cursed land.
As the Rift between us and the monster grew smaller, I felt the energy around me shift—alive, awakening.
And then, as if the shadows themselves were split open by some unseen hand, he appeared.
I had read stories in the library while researching this place, and I found things about him that I was certain were just nightmarish tales. But standing here now, I knew they were whispers that slipped through cracks in reality like the rustle of dead leaves in the wind. They hadn't been stories at all. But nothing had prepared me for
