As Lysander watched the battle from afar, he couldn't help but wonder why he had an uneasy feeling rising in his chest. He had lived for centuries, if not thousands of years yet he felt something was amiss.
"Young one, can you tell me more about the prophesied one? We know he wields the World-Devouring Flames, but is there anything else I should know before I confront him?" Lysander asked.
"Unfortunately, not much is known about him. It's as if someone has been pulling the strings from behind the scenes." The girl replied.
Extending his arm forth, a tiger made of shadows appeared and laid before him. He then whispered into the tiger's ear before it ran away, confusing the girl.
"If I may ask, what did you tell it to do?" She asked.
"Call it an insurance plan." He replied, slightly laughing.
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