The Council of Primals was held beneath the Hollow Spire—an ancient place where no time passed, where even stars refused to shine.

They gathered one by one, power cloaked in flesh: War, Light, Shadows, Dreams, Time…

And then— The air fractured.

A hum vibrated through the marrow of every immortal present. Thunder didn't sound—it snarled. Space shivered. And with it, came him.

Killian. The Primal of Chaos.

He stepped from a rift of churning dark and light, his boots silent over the bone-white marble. Cloaked in nothing but shadows and power, his presence warped the air, reality twitching with his every breath.

He was accompanied by maelis, varyn and thalen.