"Sacred, should we warn the other kingdoms of the future?" A woman suddenly stepped into the room, her eyes closed, concealing her gaze. She wore robes similar to Grat's, but hers were fashioned like a ball gown, adorned with spinning clocks. She also had fair skin, long ears, and a cloth that covered head and hair, and her long ears bounced nervously.
"Why should we, Vivian?" Grat asked innocently.
"But Sacred, the world would be facing a threat in the coming years!" Vivian's voice trembled with panic.
"It would..." Grat mused, rubbing his chin.
"We must reduce the consequences this shall bring!" Vivian insisted.
"Yes, yes, you should calm down," Grat said with a smile, appearing beside Vivian and tapping her shoulder.
"How can I be calm when a world war looms ahead?" Vivian's eyes pleaded with him. Grat, in his true form towering at ten feet, knelt down, his demeanor grandfatherly.
