Intent #
The moment of truth: Ulysses checks for the mark Marcus made in the past.
Narrative #
Ulysses returned to the secret chamber, his flashlight beam darting over the ancient stone of the fireplace lintel.
"Nothing. Not even a scratch." A wave of disappointment crashed over him.
Then, Marcus' voice came through the Stone: YES.
Ulysses looked again, squinting at the surface. His face lit up. "Marcus? Did you do it?"
YES.
Ulysses took a ragged breath. "Our worlds are disconnected!"