Inside Perilith, time seemed to be frozen. The sun had met the horizon, but it no longer descended, as if there was something here that it wanted to see.
The Primal Exarch hovered over the small hole which led to the underground caverns where Nero and the others had ventured to find Vitracil. The signs of any battle here had long been cleaned up, leaving nothing behind. In fact, tall wild grass covered the area, even hiding the opening from view. If one was not thorough in their search, they wouldn't be able to find it at all.
"So this is where you have been hiding all these years," the Exarch's voice rumbled, talking to someone unseen.
Deep within the cavern, in levels far below what Nero had reached, a blue flame flickered.
"Hiding? Do I even need to hide?" a voice responded, tinged with unfathomable power and an even deeper fury. "This is where I have been imprisoned all these years!"
