Lucas instinctively realized the enormity of what he had just heard.
"You mean…"
He hesitated.
"A Keeper now walks among the living?"
"Yes."
The Lord's answer was immediate.
"And that should never have been possible."
The Keeper standing quietly beside the throne lowered her head further.
Even she appeared troubled by the memory.
The Lord continued.
"The Underworld is the realm of the dead."
"The world above belongs to the living."
"Neither realm is permitted to interfere with the other."
"That law is older than kingdoms."
"Older than civilizations."
"Older than the gods worshipped by mortals."
"When that boundary is broken…"
"The balance begins to collapse."
Lucas slowly nodded.
The Lord raised one hand.
A vast image of the mortal world appeared before them.
Kingdoms.
Cities.
Mountains.
Oceans.
Lucas immediately recognized Valerion.
Lechia.
Blackmare.
Rus.
The image slowly darkened.
Shadows spread across the continents like a sickness.
Wars erupted.
