Using the odd, spiritual-based method of mimicking vocal sounds that most subspecies of the Undead do, the Undead Sovereign Waythe, who reminded Luca of the Archliches of the Forgotten Realms campaign setting of Dungeons and Dragons due to his unusual alignment since he was an exceptional ruler that maintained his former life's ego as a righteous individual, put forth a comment, "Unlike the rest of my fellow sovereigns, due to my age, I am familiar with the cruelty of demons firsthand. I was not as powerful or as special as Lord Martial God or Lady Dreamwalker, but I was amongst a number of selfless men and women who chose to become undead so as to untiringly fight against the demons. Just based on my understanding of the Demon God, there was no way he would accept defeat. Thus, I have always been honing my power in preparation for his inevitable return. With your arrival, young Dragonborn, I know my patience wasn't for naught." Waythe was once a Legendary Mage during the Heroic War, making him one of the few remaining beings who had experienced the tragedy firsthand, though he was most certainly the weakest. He had only survived so long, while his compatriots accepted a permanent death, because of his obsession with being there for Krazius' return.
Atlaros slightly nodded, his expression remaining stern, "Waythe, being the only Dark Faction member with whom I could speak to about those times, often accompanied me in my vigils. Once, he mentioned his hunch. I had been complacent but depressed over time, but his words woke me from that trance. He was right, that ancient freak would never accept his loss, he would definitely come back. Since then, I have never stopped in my training, bringing myself closer and closer to becoming a true Sage, taking on my master's mantle truly for the first time. Now that Krazius is slated to return, I prepared to do whatever is necessary."
[Alright, that's enough for now. I'm about to activate the portal and call over the two Guardians. Be prepared, as both of them on their own can handle both of you Pseudo-Sages at once.] With that final warning that thoroughly instilled just how powerful these individuals were, Halad performed a few actions using their intrinsic connection to the Pillar. Like a Stargate but without the liquid effects, the portal whirred as the inner ring spun around before creating a spiralling portal of flashing blue-and-white. Tendrils of power shaped like those from a plasma globe rippled through the air nearby. [They are coming through now.]
The first to step through the portal, which flashed like dark clouds in a thunderstorm, was a man who almost embodied the word 'white'. Albino skin, ghostly pale hair of almost wispy consistency and eyes consisting only of the white sclera, the first instance of colour on this man was his blue-and-silver circlet followed by his matching Rennaissance-esque hooded cloak that gave him a mysterious, otherworldly aura. Unsurprisingly, this first man was the Lunar Guardian, the First Snow Elf, and the man that Norani's gaze remained drawn to even after the arrival of the next arrival.
If the Lunar Guardian was the embodiment of white, then the Solar Guardian was the embodiment of gold. Almost human in appearance, they had scruffy golden hair, skin of a colour similar to jaundice but more healthy, and golden irises. The most striking feature, of course, was the vertical third eye in the centre of their forehead, which had black sclera in contrast to its companion pair. They wore robes seeming to be made entirely of golden feathers and their materials, extending all the way to the floor, leaving most of their body hidden by its form.
The Lunar Guardian stood to the left of the portal and faced the group with a neutral expression. "As the High Priestess foretold, the day has come. We two, the Guardians of the Shrouded Lands, have come to fulfil part of our sacred duty. I am Uilos, the Lunar Guardian, charged with maintaining the flow of information to and from the Shrouded Lands."
On the right of the portal, the Solar Guardian then spoke, "With the time of prophecy close at hand, our sacred duty becomes yet more vital, as our ancient foe undoubtedly knows of our existence. I am named Anordir, the Solar Guardian, charged with constant vigilance over the prophesized points of arrival for the demon horde and any demonic influences. Together with Uilos, we are to bring you into the Shrouded Lands to meet with the High Priestess. With her guidance, we do not need to test any of you, as you match her prophecy spotlessly. You need only follow us quietly." The three-eyed humanoid turned and entered the portal without another word.
The ancient Snow Elf man held an arm calmly to the side as he gestured for everyone to follow behind his companion. "I must take the rear, as this passage requires both of us to maintain a special barrier to pass through the great spatial turbulence that the High Priestess formed to protect the Shrouded Lands." Though he had no irises, he did give a brief look towards Norani, to whom he gave a slow blink and slight nod. She understood the gist of what he meant just from this action. She would get her answers soon enough. For now, the High Priestess takes precedence over her desires.
The eleven rulers, two Pseudo-Sages and two adolescents followed behind Anordir, all with a great sense of anticipation. They would be the first outsiders to enter the lost lands of the Ancient Elves since their isolation millennia ago and were to speak to the eldest living being known to date since the Dragons kept their information secret.
Of course, the one who felt the greatest sense of pressure was the time-travelling lad Luca, who knew that the High Priestess must have foreseen his past life as well if she so accurately predicted his existence. Being aware of the extreme weight of his mission, which apparently was known to the Ancient Elf woman long before the deities even knew of his existence, not only humbled him, it gave him an awful feeling that could be explained in four words.
He could not fail.