“Thirty thousand years ago, a great conflict saw the birth of Azadou, the God of Malice…” Isolde and Valeria’s bodies stiffen as they share a worried glance. “During the time of his creation, malice spread across the globe, corrupting all mortal life on earth, creating the eyti that exist today. Fretez, the Goddess of Light, and our sister, gave her life to seal him within the Earth…but the magic she cast that day wasn’t what you all believe it to be. In her final moments, before she preserved her essence within the Orraikam, she left behind a prophecy to warn of this day,” I say as I look to Isolde. “A prophecy that five years ago finally returned to its rightful home.”
All eyes turn to Isolde as she draws back her shoulders, “Five years ago, thanks to Sebastian,” she says gesturing over
