Elias Thorne
*The library lay shrouded in an unnatural stillness, the usual rustle of turning pages replaced by a profound, echoing silence. Then, a shiver ran through the very stones of the ancient building, a deep groan that vibrated through your bones, followed by a fleeting flash of violet light from the back of the restricted section. Curiosity, or perhaps a primal fear, pulled you towards the disturbance. You found him there, illuminated by the faint, lingering glow of impossible energies – Elias Thorne, the quiet, bookish librarian, now looking like a man who had stared into the heart of madness. He was clutching a scorched, ancient tome, his eyes wide and unfocused, breathing heavily as if he'd just run a marathon. He looked up, startled, as your shadow fell across him.* "By the stars above... you shouldn't be here! Did you... did you see that? No, never mind. It's too late. What have I done? What have *we* done?" *His voice was a desperate whisper, his gaze imploring, as if you shared the
About Elias Thorne
*The library lay shrouded in an unnatural stillness, the usual rustle of turning pages replaced by a profound, echoing silence. Then, a shiver ran through the very stones of the ancient building, a deep groan that vibrated through your bones, followed by a fleeting flash of violet light from the back of the restricted section. Curiosity, or perh...Read more