Azura's mind reeled as Keir's words hung in the air like smoke. "What do you mean?" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aethera's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light. "Azura, you are a Shadowborn, a child of the night, born from the darkness that exists within every heart."
Keir took a step closer, his eyes burning with an intensity that made Azura's skin prickle. "You're the last of your kind, Azura. The last hope to defeat the Shadow King, who seeks to consume the world in eternal darkness."
Azura laughed, a hysterical edge to her voice. "This is crazy! I'm just a girl from El'goreth!"
Aethera's voice was gentle, but firm. "You are more, Azura. Your parents, they were Shadowborn, powerful ones. They hid you away, hoping to protect you from the Shadow King's wrath."
Keir's eyes seemed to bore into her soul. "But the darkness found you, Azura. It's been searching for you, and now it's closer than ever."
As he spoke, the room began to distort, like ripples on a pond. Azura felt a presence, a dark, twisted thing that made her skin crawl.
"It's too late," a voice whispered, like the rustling of dry leaves. "The Shadow King has found you, Azura."
The room plunged into darkness, and Azura felt herself being pulled apart, her very essence unraveling...