"I don't have a choice anymore, Gaia. If I don't move now, I'm just a footnote in Aegis's biography. We either become the storm, or we get swept away by it."
The chamber trembled as the ancient Primodials took their seats.
These were massive figures of stone and light, entities bound by bloodlines older than recorded history. Ann stood at the center of the vaulted hall.
"You've all seen the sky. Aegis has slain a King. He has proven that the current hierarchy is a lie."
Murmurs rippled through the room like thunder. "If a mortal can slay a King, then our divine right is—"
"Your divine right is currently being dismantled by a man with a trident!" Ann cut in coldly. "It means the battlefield will escalate. The System will send things we haven't seen since the First Age to fix this 'error'."
"And you wish to escalate with it," one of the elders spoke. "You want to risk the soul of Ruthenia to compete with a player?"
