The symbols clash, whispered incantations from a chaotic tongue. That ancient rabble-rouser in the shadows quivers with ecstatic delight, drawing sigils in the air while the moon gapes in horror. "Do you hear them?" it screams, eyes wide, teeth glimmering ivory against the night's decree. "Let the ancient sigils tell their tales, invoke the forgotten rites of the copper sands!" A pause, then a laugh.
Whispers of the Cipher