Inside the huge chamber that resided within the massive cave housing several primordial officials, the white marble floor gleamed as if it were polished by the hands of time itself. The glow from crystal chandeliers above cast an ethereal light, painting soft reflections across the surface like ripples on a still pond.
Two figures stood well and truly alone in the giant room, Everok and Onyxelle, each prepared to leave, but then a purple void-corridor flickered into view some steps behind them; the edges pulsed vaguely, as if alive.
They turned to him, their eyes sharpening with curiosity as they awaited what-or who-would emerge. A few moments later, Vacuros stepped out, his form exuding a quiet power that seemed to ripple the very air around him. Nyxander followed a second or so later, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of the familiar faces approaching.
