"That day, when the Divine Sea Temple elder appeared and laid eyes on the Black Qilin, he must have realized what we intended, that we would send him into the Forbidden Vale to break the seals that bind us." Xakier's voice was steady, yet his eyes carried a depth that spoke of centuries endured rather than years lived. "Since the Mythic Age, every ancient clan has been shackled. The sea clans beneath their waters, and we upon this land. Each seal was crafted to be absolute. The Temple cannot endure without the ocean's energy. We cannot leave without the bloodline of a King. Both conditions were meant to be impossible."
He lifted his gaze to the aurora-streaked sky, its shifting colors reflecting faintly in his irises. "And yet, before the next Mythic Age has even begun, both impossibilities are converging. The heavens are changing."
