Obsidius Nyxofcuckoo - Chapter 224: What Whispering Corridors Hide?

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Obsidius Nyxofcuckoo Chapter 224 Previously on Obsidius Nyxofcuckoo: As revelations from The Blue Box continued about Blackwood Manor and The Hunger drew our protagonist deeper down labyrinthine corridors where echoes whispered unspoken secrets within his ear. In a hushed cadence laced with portentous undertones, Lila's voice coalesced into an unsettling murmur as she trained its piercing gaze upon Oblivion's visage, which hung suspended within an abyss of darkness so profound it appeared capable of absorbing all light, leaving only void where life once dwelled. He felt memories long buried resurface once more - Sarah fading on grounds under impossible circumstances; limbs twisted into unnatural angles , leaving behind a lingering sense of dread it took him years for best." Is this what you've been searching for?" she asked again as Elena's presence materialized beside them both like an apparition born anew out of the flickering fluorescent lights overhead casting eerie silhouettes across walls now seeming less sturdy than before.
Obsidius' grip tightened around Lila, fingers digging deep within fragile form while his own vision blurred with flashes light dancing wildly about. The humming beneath hearing grew louder still until he could barely distinguish between their words spoken in hushed tones from outside forces at work making themselves known. Obsidius' grip constricted further, fingers burrowing deeper into her delicate skin as his vision reeled under a maelstrom of flashing colors and blinding intensity.
LILA'S voice was almost lost amidst growing cacophony as she whispered "He took my name" echoing off empty spaces where once there were whispers of those who'd walked alongside. In desperation to shield Lila, Obsidius pressed himself against Blackwood Manor's wall , one that now seemed less sturdy than before due its eerie silhouettes across walls like dark specters dancing on either side. His body merged with the cold stone in slow-motion surrender; shadows danced around him.
He felt it then: memories fading out through him onto this still surface as he poured all unconfessable secrets into these silent stones, seeking truth within his own fragmented mind. A faint whisper escaped her lips as she spoke again "He took my name" echoing off empty spaces where once there were whispers of those who'd walked alongside.