The whisper came from one of the First Awakened.
The warrior had dropped his sword.
It clattered uselessly against the flagstones, his entire body quivering almost feverishly as he lost the will to fight.
"Impossible," another breathed, her voice cracking as she took a trembling step backward, her golden aura sputtering out entirely.
"The seals... the Vault was supposed to hold the power of the progenitors...but then...how..."
"It wasn't a vault," a third whispered, his face devoid of color, his eyes wide with a horror that eclipsed anything Morgan felt in that moment.
"We weren't searching for a weapon... We opened a prison."
He looked at his companions, his lips pulling back in a grimace of pure panic.
"We weren't supposed to wake it."
"No, it wasn't them..."
Morgan turned his gaze to the distant rooftop, scanning for the mysterious figure. Sure enough, the man in the gray cloak had vanished, no doubt after finishing his objective.
