It stands before you whole and unblemished, the jagged crack erased as if it had never been there at all. The runic carving at the center still hums with a low energy, tingling your ears and sending an electric thrill up your spine the closer you stand to it.
You don't understand what just happened, but your paw continues to throb with a strange sensation of... power.
You enjoy the feeling. Something dark itches at the back of your mind, and the mysterious entity's voice lashes out like the crack of a whip.
Af an,it snaps, firm but not angry. The tone reminds you of a parent admonishing a child, and you instinctively recoil.
Yia win yet sa lyl. Lule ut sepa.
Filn somahire ali rek, aln len yia hale kirmil ilko kumler tsulir, eip win retorn,the voice continues. You get the feeling they want you as far away from the glowing artifact as possible, but only through its power is the stranger able to work their own magic. They don't seem to know precisely how to stop what's coming, but they remain confident that through this avenue, they will be able to find the path forward.
You do as you are instructed, and you depart from this place.