Following the meeting, King Xerxez, escorted by Matheros, Phalleon, Vethor, and Catana, was ushered into the Betelgeuse district. Awaiting them were ministers, their faces etched with a profound concern for Thallerion's future, fearing the shadow of another dark chapter.
The elders' hushed whispers painted a chilling portrait of the Ossibians: their attacks would shroud the land in darkness, and ravens, those grim harbingers, would circle above, patiently awaiting the spill of blood before descending like a plague to gorge on human flesh. More horrifying still, the dead were prophesied to rise in monstrous forms once the Entity unleashed its most potent magic.
"I agree with the old saying that ravens bring ill omens," Vethor murmured, his eyes fixated on something beyond the window. He recoiled abruptly, drawing curious glances from his companions.
"What's wrong, Vethor?" Matheros asked, following Vethor's startled gaze.
