"The prophecy goes something like this," Seraphine said as her fingers moved gracefully through the air, summoning glowing green text that appeared across the panel floating in front of them.
Sam leaned forward slightly, his eyes focused as he read every word.
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[When light betrays its vow and shadows start to sing,
The True Primordial shall rise to face the King.
The realms will tremble, undone by flame,
As truth devours glory, and none shall speak his name.
Worlds will fall to silence, their fate by void unspun,
Until one of them breaks, and all returns to one.]
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"Huh."
He read the lines over and over again, letting each phrase settle into his mind.
Every word carried weight, like something ancient yet alive, whispering meaning just out of reach.
His eyes focused on one particular line.
"'The True Primordial shall rise to face the King.'"
He looked at it for a long moment.
