From the floor, a dark light began to rise. It was not light. It was the absence of it, a dense blackness seeping through the cracks in the stone, climbing up the Heirs’ ankles like poisonous ivy.
Oh my god, the imagery here is absolutely haunting! 🤯 That 'absence of light' acting like 'poisonous ivy' captures the suffocating nature of the Pact perfectly. It feels less like a ritual and more like a slow, inevitable drowning in shadow. The way it climbs their ankles suggests they are already sinking before they even know it.
