My Seventh Day In Carcosa
The morning of my seventh day in Carcosa greeted us with a grim scene.
The time of Nihil had ended, leaving behind a landscape scarred by chaos and entropy. The world was unnervingly quiet, as if holding its breath after the storm.
The remains of our bastion lay strewn across the desolate plains—shattered walls, torn banners, collapsed buildings, fragmented holy objects, and broken towers reduced to rubble. It was as though some great unseen force had swept through during the unstable events of Nihil, annihilating what little remained of our refuge when we were not here.
Though, there was a hypothesis that it wasn't exactly the Nihil itself that destroyed our bastion, but nothing could be confirmed since the fragments of history and essences of the land were quite corrupted if we use them to find out about what was happening in the time of Nihil when we were gone.
"Ah, I found a claw mark," I exclaimed.