Bree continued to share what she knew of the tragedy unfolding in the northern country.
"The ancients described it as an apocalypse. Famine and War will ravage the land. Disease will spread and bring life unto Death. Then, the Magician of the Apocalypse will be born, and the planet shall become their Vessel. This will destroy our world, and in the ashes, a new one will be born."
Ezra took a deep breath. Magician of the Apocalypse…destroying the world…sounded an awful lot like Rav's goal.
"They say that's where monsters first came from. The will of a Magician of the Apocalypse made flesh. But perhaps these are only fairy tales."
"That's some heavy stuff," Rav said with a frown. "Magician of the Apocalypse, huh? Haven't heard that one before…"
Rav looked from Bree to Ezra, then back again. "If we went to the northern country, I don't suppose you'd like to come with us? Having a native could help, hm?"
