T'chala eyes slowly parted, releasing a whispered breath into the darkness. The darkness quaked and shadows receded, revealing the polished throne beneath him, its surface etched with fragments of ancient runes that shimmered like stars in the faint, celestial light. Everything felt ancient yet so familiar, centuries of solitude had honed his senses making him sensitive to even the tiniest of vibrations and as a result attuning him to the subtle vibrations of the cosmos.
As he rose, his golden brown hair cascaded down his back like a glowing river in a Virgin land framing a face chiseled by time and experience. Piercing blue eyes scanned the horizon, seeking the source of the disturbance that had awakened him. The balance of power shifted, and the mortal realms trembled.
"Asrene," he whispered, summoning his celestial companion who is also one of his earliest creation.
A shimmering starlight shone beside him, taking the form of a petite young lady . Asrene's voice echoed in his mind, laced with an urgency that bordered on reverence.
" This poor servant greets her lord , at last you've arisen from your slumber ,the ancient evil stirs and the seals that bound it weaken at this very moment. The mortal realms will soon be engulfed in darkness."
T'chala's gaze turned inward, confronting the weight of his responsibility. Memories of forgotten battles and ancient alliances swirled in his mind, tempered by the knowledge that this time, the stakes were different.
"At last it begins," he whispered, his voice fleeting across the cosmos like a sigh.
With Asrene by his side, T'chala prepared to descend into the heart of the Zenith, curious to acquire more knowledge about the impending threat and the very state of the world.