"You deceived me."
Zareth's voice echoed through the abyss, his rage thick, vibrating through the air like a brewing storm.
Lightning split the sky above him, but there was no thunder.
Only silence.
And then…
"You promised me I would have the power to conquer all!"
The darkness stirred.
A gust of wind tore through the lifeless expanse, yet the figures before him did not move.
They loomed above him….three colossal forms, faceless, shrouded in nothing but eternal night. Their cloaks did not ripple with the wind; they remained as they always were….unchanging, unfeeling.
"We warned you," they spoke in unison, their voices weaving together like a thousand storms whispering at once.
Zareth's breath was ragged, his body still weak, aching from his battle with Haelyn. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms.
"You never warned me about this." His teeth clenched. "You never told me she would come back through the body of my greatest enemy!"
A pause.
Then….
