The shattered remnants of the rift pulsed with a grim cadence as the Harbingers gathered in the dim light of their broken vessel. Every eye—human and cosmic alike—was fixed on the dark silhouette that had haunted their vision. In the silence that followed the echoing prophecy, a cold dread seeped into their bones.
Liam—now neither wholly man nor entirely the luminous echo that had been born of his sacrifice—stood at the center of the assembly. His form flickered, as if the weight of the cosmic covenant itself was fracturing his being. With a voice that was both his and something far older, he spoke,
**"The covenant is broken… and with its shattering, the balance of creation teeters on the edge of oblivion. We have awakened forces that have lain dormant since the first breath of the cosmos."**
