Screams from the Abyss

Whispers in the Void

The Shatterscape stretched out before them, an endless expanse of broken realities and shifting possibilities. In the days since their encounter with the echoes of their own darkness, the Guardians had thrown themselves into their work with a renewed sense of purpose, a clarity of focus that came from having faced the shadows within and emerged stronger for it.

But even as they worked to stitch together the fragments of the multiverse, to forge new paths and connections in the wake of the Nexus's destruction, they couldn't shake the feeling that something was still amiss. It was a subtle thing, a nagging sense of unease that lurked at the edges of their consciousness, like a whisper just beyond the range of hearing.

Jaden was the first to voice it, his shadows coiling with a restless energy as they rested in the makeshift sanctuary they had carved out amidst the chaotic tides of the Shatterscape. "Do you feel it?" he asked, his voice low and tense. "Like there's something out there, w