Trio Infernale: Whispers of Ruin

[WORK IN PROGRESS...] The ground shudders beneath unseen forces. The wind carries voices no mortal can understand. Ravens, black as the void between realms, gather in droves upon castle ruins and frostbitten battlegrounds, their piercing cries forming a single, terrifying omen—The Trio Infernale is stirring. Elizabeth Bathory’s dungeon walls pulse as though breathing, the eldritch runes chaining her flickering in and out of existence. She smiles in the darkness. She has known patience for centuries. Time itself bends to her will. Elsewhere, an undead army marches—Spell’s forces, moving with an unsettling synchronization, as though they too have heard a silent call. And in the dim candlelight of an abandoned archive, Lyra Chasianna's fingers tremble over a final passage of a cursed tome—her eyes widening at the realization of what she has found. The corruption that once bound them never faded. It merely slumbered. And now, something… something has begun to awaken it.