Screams from the Abyss

The Whispering Dark

In the infinite expanse of the multiverse, the Guardians pursued their never-ending quest, hunting down the echoes of the Shadowweaver wherever they took root. From the shimmering heights of celestial realms to the murky depths of primordial voids, they followed the trails of corruption and decay, their cosmic senses attuned to the faintest whispers of the ancient evil.

But even as they battled the lingering shadows of their greatest foe, a new threat was stirring in the darkest corners of existence. It was a presence that seemed to elude even the vast scope of the Guardians' perception, a force of entropy and negation that seeped through the cracks of reality like a slow-acting poison.

At first, it manifested as little more than a feeling, a vague unease that prickled at the edges of their consciousness. But as they delved deeper into the twisted realms left scarred by the Shadowweaver's touch, the sensation grew stronger, more insistent. It was as if the very fabric of the multivers