"The prophecy of the Iruhun speaks of our people facing extinction a second time. Something ancient, something that followed us through the rift… something we did not realize survived the collapse of our world..."
Victor's pulse quickened.
"And where do I come in?"
Rhozan looked directly into Victor's eyes.
"Because the prophecy our old leaders gave us, says that when the threat awakens, an outsider—one touched by shadow, flame, and storm—will descend into our sanctuary. One whose presence disrupts fate itself. One who can walk between spaces and bend mana to his will."
Victor's throat tightened.
"The one who walks through the passage... through the doors..."
Rhozan nodded.
"You are the Iruhun."
Victor exhaled sharply.
"And what exactly… am I supposed to save you from?"
The room darkened as the last vision expanded overhead, swallowing the entire chamber in swirling shadow.
A deep growl echoed through the ice.
