{Council of the Elders}
Five Elders of the Vital World—Hunters who had lived through centuries of bloodshed—sat gathered in a vast, ancient chamber. Dim light flickered across carved stone walls etched with forgotten battles.
Silence weighed heavily on the room.
One of them finally spoke, voice low and uncertain.
"The rumors say… Neraxis has returned."
Another Elder stiffened, sweat trailing down his temple.
"For two thousand years, no one has ever stood a chance against him. The only man ever known as the Devil."
A third Elder clenched his fists.
"Exactly. He was unkillable. Every Hunter of that era united against him… and the result was devastation."
The room grew colder.
After a long pause, another Elder spoke, his voice trembling despite his age.
"The only anomaly who could rival him now… the sole hope of the Vital World…"
He exhaled slowly.
"Is Kael Draven."
The final Elder stared into the shadows of the chamber.
"I cannot imagine such terror again."
He whispered, almost like a prayer:
"May Neraxis never walk this world once more."
The chamber fell silent—yet dread lingered, thick and suffocating.