The immense pressure filling the throne room receded until only the quiet dignity of the palace remained.
Lucas stood silently, still absorbing everything that had transpired.
His death.
His journey through the Underworld.
The truth about the escaped Keeper.
The mission.
The power now resting within his soul.
Everything had changed.
The Lord of the Underworld slowly returned to his obsidian throne.
As he sat, the vast chamber seemed to settle once more into timeless stillness.
For several moments, neither spoke.
Then the Lord's ancient voice echoed gently through the hall.
"Our audience has come to an end."
Lucas immediately lowered his head respectfully.
"My Lord."
The Lord turned his hidden gaze toward the radiant Keeper standing quietly nearby.
"This Keeper shall occasionally descend to the mortal realm."
The Keeper bowed deeply.
"I obey."
The Lord continued.
"She shall guide you when guidance is permitted."
