Driven by a sense of impending doom, Lysander returned to the Whispering Stones, seeking guidance, seeking answers. He found the stones shrouded in an eerie mist, their surfaces shimmering with an unnatural light.
As he approached the stones, he felt a chilling presence, a malevolent force that sought to consume his mind. He resisted the pull, drawing upon the wisdom of the Elder, the strength of his friends, the love and compassion that resided within him.
He reached out to the stones, his mind connecting with their ancient energy. The stones, responding to his call, began to resonate, their energy pulsing through his veins, amplifying his own power.
But this time, the information that flowed through him was different, more profound, more disturbing. He saw visions of a dying universe, a universe consumed by entropy, a universe where light itself was extinguished.
He saw beings of pure darkness, entities beyond comprehension, entities that sought to consume all existence, to reduce everything to nothingness. He saw a future where hope was extinguished, where despair reigned supreme.
The visions were terrifying, overwhelming, threatening to shatter his sanity. He struggled to maintain his composure, to hold onto the flickering flame of hope within him.
Finally, the visions subsided, leaving him weak and trembling, his mind reeling from the horrors he had witnessed. He stumbled back, gasping for breath, the weight of the universe pressing down on his shoulders.