Ezra places his hand on the crystal's surface, feeling the energy ripple through his fingertips.
The moment he makes contact, the whispers cease.
Instead, a single, chilling voice echoes in his mind.
"Who dares touch the Heart of Perdition?"
Ezra's hand snaps back instinctively.
The crystal flares to life, its crimson veins glowing with an intensity that bathes the chamber in an ominous red hue.
"Well, that can't be good," he mutters, retreating a step.
The blackness encasing the crystal withdrew before gathering at the center, where it then made out the shape of a head, before parting in certain places to showcase orifices such as the eyes and a mouth.
Ezra watches as this happens, which took a span of five seconds.
Upon completion, the blackness shakes and squirms as though coming alive, before suddenly settling.
And then…
"Who might you be?"
Like a lie, the voice Ezra heard just moments before resounds from the dark silhouette.
