"Kaelen Dragonyx…" Endless' voice was both thunder and whisper, filling the hall without effort. His lips curved into a smirk. "The vessel of my prize… the Pandora. It sings within you still. I can hear it, feel it. It should belong to me. It was always meant to be mine."
Kaelen stepped forward, his voice sharp but calm. "Pandora is no tool for you, Endless. It chose me because it knew what you would do with it—consume, corrupt, destroy. It is no longer just power. It is will. And that will is tied to me."
Alen chuckled darkly, rising from his seat. "Such arrogance. Do you really think you are master of Pandora? It doesn't matter what you believe, boy. Endless will rip it from your soul, piece by piece."
Kael Dragonyx leaned forward, his eyes like molten amber. "You stand before inevitability. Endless has transcended mortality. You cannot comprehend the scale of his power. Hand over the Pandora willingly, Kaelen, and perhaps he will let your pitiful friends die quickly."
