Nine massive statues arose all around the Peacemaker and Seraphina!
They were magnificent, terrible things, their muscular forms etched with an eternity of sorrowful judgment, their faces a perfect blend of profound disappointment and deep, paternal sorrow.
Their terrifying white eyes, devoid of pupils, radiated a light of pure, unyielding law.
All nine turned their gaze upon Alexander and Seraphina, a silent, collective judgment that seemed to weigh their very souls.
Then, one of the massive statues began to speak, its voice the sound of mountains grinding, of eons passing.
"You two were supposed to be here many, many years ago. If you had taken the inheritance of THE Living Law at that time, you may have had a chance before being laid to waste in the Fallout of what is coming. But now… you are far, far too late."
HUUM!
The words were heavy, each one a death knell. Alexander's face, once so calm, became a mask of stern resolve. "What do you mean?"
