The council chamber was quieter than ever, as Alistair's words hung in the air, laden with meaning and danger. Elysiel felt the weight of what was coming, and no matter how hard she tried to process it, the ramifications of the prophecy seemed increasingly incomprehensible. Everything revolved around a fragile balance and something they still didn't fully understand. And now, the only clue was an ancient text, buried deep in the underworld, holding the answers they desperately needed.
Seraphis, standing beside Elysiel, was visibly focused, his features hardened. Alistair's words echoed in his mind. "Only those who face their deepest fears will be able to find it." He knew what that meant—the underworld held not only ancient secrets but terrors that would test even the most powerful.
Elara approached, her face calm but concerned.
