After the meeting, King Xerxez was escorted by Matheros, Phalleon, Vethor, and Catana to the Betelgeuse district. There, ministers awaited them, their faces etched with deep concern for Thallerion's future, fearing another dark chapter might unfold.
The whispers of the elders painted a chilling portrait of the Ossibians: their attacks would cloak the land in shadow, and ravens, grim harbingers, would circle above, awaiting the spill of blood before descending like a plague to feast on human flesh. More horrifying still, the dead would 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. "Raven! A black raven!" Vethor gasped, his voice laced with horror.
