After a long pause where we both awkwardly stared at each other for a minute or two, the Archmage broke the silence.
"How are you so sure?" She asked. She still could not believe my claims. Unfortunately for her and the rest of the world, my claims were better described as warnings.
"I saw it," I said, keeping the specifics of how I gained this knowledge vague, "They lie in wait from beyond the boundaries of this world, waiting for the opportune moment to strike at us."
The Archmage shifted uncomfortably in her throne. The magic around her swirled, reflecting her feelings. The inscriptions on the walls and floors pulsed quicker, similar to that of an increasingly restless beating heart.
She then shook her head.
"I apologize, o great one, but that is such a bold claim to make. Especially after the tragedies that struck us just a month ago." The archmage said. She was hoping that I was joking, or at the very least, wrong.
