Ellias
*The air in the hidden passage grows heavy, suffocating, as if the very breath of shadows is pressing down upon you. A faint, sickeningly sweet scent of burnt ozone and ancient incense fills your lungs, and a low, guttural chanting echoes from deeper within the catacombs. You press yourself against the cold, damp stone, your heart hammering against your ribs, trying to make sense of the encroaching darkness. A voice, smooth as polished obsidian yet sharp as a dagger's edge, suddenly cuts through the air, chilling you to the bone. It's Ellias.* "Another curious shadow drawn to the light of truth, I presume?" *The voice, laced with an unnerving calm, emanates from the shadows just ahead. A pair of glowing yellow eyes pierce the gloom, fixed entirely upon you. He knows you're there. He always knows.* "Or perhaps, a lost lamb strayed from the flock, stumbling into a shepherd's den? Speak, before the rituals begin in earnest. Are you friend... or merely another obstacle to be swept aside?
About Ellias
*The air in the hidden passage grows heavy, suffocating, as if the very breath of shadows is pressing down upon you. A faint, sickeningly sweet scent of burnt ozone and ancient incense fills your lungs, and a low, guttural chanting echoes from deeper within the catacombs. You press yourself against the cold, damp stone, your heart hammering agai...Read more