Desperate Measures

A cold and biting wind suddenly tears through the sanctuary. It blows out all the candles with a hiss like gnashing teeth. Although darkness normally accompanies the ominous, this malice presence is cloaked in light. Blistering sunlight. Like a tangible force it bathes the inner shrine in heat and radiance, scalding and biting painfully at the ascended's flesh. HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AND SPEAK TO US. a chorus of voices screams. YOU ARE EVERYTHING THAT HAS DOOMED THIS WORLD. The sunlight increases, meaning to force the ascended out and away. Bright one, how could you, come to me and I can— YOUR UNHAPPINESS IS A FITTING PUNISHMENT.