The eerie stillness that settled around Riley and the group was thick and suffocating, like the air had turned to tar. Eleanor held the artifact in her hands, its faint metallic glow casting just enough light to highlight the tense expressions of the Blackouts.
The ruins of Belfast, once a bustling city, now seemed more like the graveyard of dreams. Broken buildings jutted out like jagged bones, their windows shattered and darkened. Streets that were once paved and full of life were now cracked, covered in debris, and completely overrun by darkness.
Everywhere you looked, it seemed like the world had folded in on itself, leaving behind nothing but death, decay, and an overwhelming sense of dread. The distant sound of collapsing rubble or the occasional groan of shifting metal echoed through the empty void, making it clear that this city, even in ruin, wasn't truly at rest.
