Lying atop the roof was magnificent. The world below may bustle with trivialities, but here—here one may breathe as if the heavens themselves have granted leave. The wind drifts softly, weaving through the silence, and I find myself tempted to surrender entirely to its embrace.
Yet thoughts, ever intrusive, pierce the calm. That woman—the one who examined young Inglen Yumnak's condition. She is, to my mind, a faultless specimen of what a woman ought to be: neither ostentatiously beautiful nor tedious in demeanor, but spirited, forthright, and without concealment in her words.
How cruel it is, then, that she belongs to the highblooded. A wall carved by birth, immutable and cold.
If only that man…
…No. Such musings are but shadows. To fret over impossibility is to chain one's soul. The wise wind passes over mountains without lingering. So must I.
[Thhuuud… thhhhhhhhud…]
What an untimely disturbance. Of all moments, must the skies choose now to weep? It is… most disappointing. Should I suffer the downpour, my garments will be drenched, and to endure their slow drying would be nothing short of a torment.
The heavens above—once a quilt of white cotton—now writhe like blackened wool, heavy with the promise of rain. Each rumble of thunder proclaims the coming deluge, a solemn herald of the storm's reign.
With a reluctant sigh, I abandon my perch. The roof may have been my sanctuary, yet even sanctuaries yield before nature's decree. Step by step, I descend the ladder, turning my path toward the restaurant below.
Inside the restaurant:
Cheol: wel, this thing is scary every part about it says sacarry, but it hasnt done anything." mr. Black cloak pls tell your buissness here, the shop is closed right now"
The shadowed figure flinched, slowly moving forward from the counter, floating in the air. Thunder crackled behind them. Inglen began to vomit.
Cheol: "well its strange but this trully feels like a nightmare of some child who gets fed by his mother. It hasnt done anything though"
Then the atmosphere turned eerily quiet—so quiet that every breath in the room became deafening, each inhale and exhale tangled with the frantic pounding of their hearts. Suddenly, with a thunderous slam, the entrance doors shut on their own. The last traces of light were swallowed whole, and the room was drowned in suffocating darkness, as though something unseen had devoured it.
Alesha [screaming]: "wait a minute , ill do it , god o show me the light- "o light of the world you steped into to darkness open my eyes let me see , beautiu that mide this heart adore you hope of the world let me see, oheer ai am to woprkship , heer i bow down"
Her trembling voice echoed unnaturally, as though the walls themselves were repeating the chant in broken whispers. The words warped and twisted in the dark, returning in tones that were not her own—low, mocking, and overlapping. The last phrase came back distorted, a guttural growl layered beneath her cry, as if something unseen had joined in the prayer.
Instead of light, the shadows thickened. The air grew heavy and cold, smothering their breaths. A faint sound, like laughter muffled beneath the floorboards, seeped through the silence.
Rumi [a bit calmer, but impatient, trying to stay composed]: "are you done alesha? come on try something"
Alesha [in a trembling voice, on the verge of breaking down]: "i am trying something, but I am not able to chant it correctly, i am really scared"
Rumi: it isn't helping at all, if only I knew something I could do. These two are the priority here. I need to figure this out
Cheol [lighting up a lighter]: "there they are" [trembling a bit] "Are you scared, princess?"
Rumi: "no" Yes, I am, but Alesha might get even more frantic if I outright tell it.
Alesha: "I'll try the chant another time, it will work this time… O light of the world you stepped down into the darkness, opened my eyes and let me see... Beauty that made this heart adore you... here I am to bow down, here I am to worship, O God let me see." pleawse work pleeeeaaaawsee
The flame on Cheol's lighter enlarged, emitting a bit of light—only enough for them to see a few inches around themselves.
Cheol: I guess something is better than nothing. Wait… did something move? The walls… the color of the walls has changed.
Suddenly, hands began to rise from the wall, which had taken on a flesh-like texture. The hands reached out toward them. Cheol moved his lighter slightly, and from the other side he saw various small worms wriggling toward them.
Rumi:this isn't right… where are we and what is happening to us? These creepy hands, and the worms… I need to do something, if only I was capable of anything.
Alesha: "guys, what did you two see? Why are you shaking? I can't see anything for a while after the spell."
Rumi: "it's nothing." She'll freak out the moment I tell her.
Cheol: "it's wriggling… it's scary." [holds Rumi's hand tightly from the other side]
Rumi: talk about being afraid… "knight, go and do something, you are not afraid, right?"
Alesha: "what do you mean by knight? Can you two explain to me what's going on?"
Snap!
Rumi: "who is snapping fingers now, of all times?"
A crack appeared in the wall in front of them.
Cheol: "I can see something shining beyond the cracks."