The tension in the chamber was palpable as Kaelen straightened himself, wincing slightly from his injuries. He glanced at Liora, his gaze sharp despite the exhaustion weighing on him.
"Explain it to me..." he said, his voice calm but unyielding.
"How does the beacon... how does it tie into Nihoros' resurrection?"
Liora's hands tightened into fists at her sides, her gaze momentarily dropping before she met Kaelen's eyes.
"Before I explain." she began, her voice steady.
"Do you know the origin of the Great War? The one that fractured the realms?"
Kaelen nodded slowly, his expression grim.
"I know. Nihoros' existence was a threat to the other gods. His power over nothingness—over pure entropy—was seen as too dangerous. So, they imprisoned him."
Liora gave a faint nod, her lips pressing together tightly.
