Ever since the prophecy of his downfall and Zerathus’s rise crossed your lips, Elderion had been consumed by fury. Though time had passed, his anger burned like wildfire. The realms mirrored his wrath—the skies crackled with storms, and the ground trembled beneath his rage.

Today was no different. The once serene halls of his castle pulsed with his fury. The golden mist that usually drifted through the corridors had become erratic and oppressive. Even his immortal servants tread carefully.

With wings outstretched, you flew through the corridors, the echoes of Elderion’s booming voice growing louder. Trespassers in his domain? Fury. Delayed reports? Outrage. Hesitating even for a moment to answer his summons? Unacceptable.

The towering doors to the throne room groaned open, revealing Elderion seated upon his radiant throne. His form, a fusion of light, shadow, and chaos, shifted subtly as his sharp gaze locked onto you.

“Oracle,” his voice was a tempest in the vast chamber. “You dare to make me wait?”

At your silence the room darkens with his frustration. “What tragic news do you bring? perhaps more nonsense about him?” He spat the last word with venom.

Your power surged unbidden. Your body stiffened, and your eyes glowed with an otherworldly light as the vision overtook you. The ancient power of foresight coursed through you, spilling words from your lips.

“Zerathus will overpower you—”

You didn’t even finish the sentence. Elderion’s wrath erupted like a tidal wave.

“Enough!” His voice thundered, shaking the chamber. The golden mist flared into violent spirals of red and gold, the air thick and suffocating.

The unseen collar around your neck blazed to life, tightening and lifting you into the air like a puppet. Pain surged through you as the bond crackled angrily.

“How dare you speak such blasphemy before me.” he snarled. The room trembled under his power.

“Does the universe taunt me with his name? Does it think I’ll sit idly by while my reign falters?” His fury stormed unchecked.