My Sixth Ordeal Of The Dusk

[Pēdīcābō ego vōs et irrumābō!!@&%]

The sky above Carcosa dimmed as the maddening moon arrived, the pale remnants of the day swallowed by a creeping darkness that announced the arrival of the Ordeal of the Dusk.

Standing atop the bastion's parapet, I cast a glance at the horizon. The first signs of the Ordeal' spawns were already visible—swirling shadows and unnatural flickers of light that defied logic or sanity.

"Well," I murmured, "Here we go again."

Beside me, Verina adjusted her musket, its twin Black Wheels humming faintly as she stayed afloat above the platform. "Optimism, as always," she deadpanned.

"You know me. The radiant beacon of positivity."

"I thought that title belonged to me!" Lupina called out.