from the darkness beyond the altar, a pair of glowing, inhuman eyes flickered to life, staring into the soul with a cold, malevolent intelligence. The ground trembled as the air was filled with a bone-chilling howl, a sound that seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth, heralding the awakening of the ancient, eldritch horror that time had mercifully forgotten.
In that moment, reality itself seemed to buckle and warp, as if the very fabric of existence was being torn asunder by the sheer otherworldly presence of the being that stirred within the cyclopean ruin. It was a vision of cosmic terror, an encounter with the ineffable and the eternal, leaving all who witnessed it teetering on the brink of madness.