The air in the abandoned laboratory was thick with tension. Berenice stood with her arms crossed, facing the dark sorcerer Erisophis. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of madness and something else—perhaps a glimmer of the boy he once was.
"Are you certain you wish to know my purpose in destroying the veil between our worlds?" Erisophis asked, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "I must warn you, it entails my meeting a certain sealed Primordial dragon."
Berenice nodded firmly. "Yes, I want to know. Tell me everything."
"Very well," Erisophis said, his voice taking on a reflective tone. "It all starts as a young sickly boy…"
I was born into a world of shadows and whispers, a frail and sickly child in a small, pious village. My parents were devout followers of Umbriel, the god of darkness, and they dragged me to church every week. But while they found solace in their prayers, I found only bitterness and anger.
