The moment my words left my lips, my vision dissolved like smoke, the world before me curling inward in slow, red spirals. The air thickened, glowing faintly, the edges of it burning like fire yet folding around me with the warmth of a mother's embrace: gentle, protective, almost tender. It was strange, comforting, and terrifying all at once.
Then, without warning, information that didn't belong in any mortal mind poured into me, cold and endless, each word a whisper clawing at my thoughts:
[When the tenth star explodes in the wide cosmos, the true ruler shall emerge. Only the chosen one will be able to challenge it for the throne. Yet it has not been born... we are still seeking, still searching. One day, we shall return. One day, we shall serve the master promised by the forgotten ones.]
