The shadows darkened around him, and he could feel his resolve slipping, his thoughts clouded with images of secrets he hadn't known existed, a fate that stretched far beyond what he had believed possible. The mist seemed to pulse with satisfaction, sensing his wavering will as it lured him deeper, sinking its claws into his mind.
{You're nothing but a pawn,} the mist whispered, its tone soft yet piercing. {Insignificant in the Godly Realm, to forces so vast you can't even comprehend them. You don't know but gods won't let your family go for the humiliation of the ancient era. They're sitting waiting—a little slip up and the Obsidian House would be... No. More!But I can help you become more. I can give you the path, the power, the knowledge to rise above even the gods themselves. Will they even be able to face you? I doubt that!}
The offer lingered, hanging in the air between them, tangible and almost real.
