Pact of Blood
The Void, sensing the division in their resolve, began to seep into the room.
A cold, black wind whipped through the chamber, tearing at the glowing filaments that held Kaelen in place. "Your doubt," Kaelen observed, his voice dripping with synthetic calm. "It is the only key I need."
The chains of light holding the architect began to groan. The division between Laura and Vlad was creating a literal hole in their defenses.
A thin, jagged rift opened in the floor, and through it, the Void began to pour in—not the static grey they were used to, but something deeper, hungrier.