Obsidius Nyxof - Chapter 209: What Crawls Beneath the Crack?

 Obsidius Nyxof - Chapter 209: What Crawls Beneath the Crack?

The air split, a jagged crack ran down the wall like a blade carving silence into sound. Obsidian shards rained from above as something ancient groaned beneath them all. Jack stumbled forward through liquid shadow until his fingers brushed stone that pulsed under touch. Previously on Obsidius Nyxofcuckoo: Jack stood alone inside Blackwood Manor's sealed chamber after confronting an entity of shifting light and memory; Kym Mûryer's hidden past was revealed but left unresolved while Lila guided him toward understanding what he had buried within himself. Jack pressed palms to cold, living rock, his breath fogging in its wake, and felt it shift at once: walls retracted mid-wall like skin peeling back. He lunged for the gap with a motion sharp as teeth, slipping into darkness where time bled sideways through cracks between reality and dream. His boots scuffed against something metallic beneath his feet, a rusted helm half-buried under moss-slick stone.
Jack knelt abruptly now, fingers curling around iron until metal groaned free from earth's grip; then he dragged it forward without looking down so fast that dust flew behind him instead of falling naturally. The helmet clattered onto uneven ground beside another buried relic, this one wrapped in cloth stained purple. He pried at its bundle next using only thumb and forefinger, unraveling thread after fraying thread like unspooling fate itself. A photograph emerged: a child with Kym Mûryer's eyes standing alone on the edge of an endless abyss where stars bled into blackness, an image older than memory could name or language dare describe. Jack pocketed both items swiftly now as if touching them might erase their weight from his hands entirely; then he turned toward soundless corridors that had not been there before but would be soon enough to trap him again unless he moved fast, and this time without falling through anything unseen beneath his feet. THEORYCTA: What happens when memories are buried too deep for even silence to hold? Share your opinion in the comments on YouTube.
THEORY, CTA: Could a relic wrapped like fate itself still carry echoes of something never meant to return? Share your opinion in the comments on YouTube. He lunged through the narrowing gap, fingers scraping stone as water surged behind him, then stillness swallowed his scream. The wall collapsed into itself, sealing the echo chamber where he'd hidden for years. A whisper of glass shattered inside Blackwood's ribs, the first time Obsidius had ever heard his own voice spoken by something else. THEORYCTA: What if memory isn't a thing you lose but one that turns against you? Share your opinion in the comments on YouTube.
THEORYCTA: Could the Sanctuary be more than just sound, it could be what keeps things from being said at all? Share your opinion in the comments on YouTube.