As if nothing had passed behind his eyes, Elurean inhaled smoothly, mastering the memories that had momentarily unsteadied him. His stride regained its weightless precision as he approached the throne.
He dipped into a low, respectful bow.
"Supreme One," he greeted, his voice like silk woven through shadows — rich, quiet, and lined with knowing.
Then he straightened and gave a nod toward Thaleon, though his gaze lingered a moment too long — long enough to carry weight, to suggest curiosity more than courtesy.
The God of Paths and Choices…? What is he doing here?
Could his presence be tied to that cursed book…?
His eyes flicked again to the tome suspended in the air, glowing faintly with a hush of silver light that shimmered like moonlit frost. A faint shadow passed across Elurean's sharp features.
