We Are Watching

[GSM]

The whispers of an unnerving truth begin to cascade throughout Meranthe in a momentary flicker of monochrome reality.
Many would feel the disruption of a thought, almost as if afflicted by deja vu, and continue on with their lives.
While all eyes were upon the west and east of Meranthe, it seemed one world was bound to intersect with another.
The message was imparted to only the Commander themselves.

And they would be met with the speech of the Demon King itself.

A drag, a whisper, a push of the knife.
Even so, that broken, female voice still sounded all the same as an Angel.
One clearly not in disguise, sporting ebon wings and too many eyes.
Na'Ria would speak on behalf of its prodigal child.

"No.

Mine child is blessed with the blood of Change, and is a spawn of mine own.

Whatever notions you have of honor and discipline have been cast out by this challenge.

Thy false wings will never carry you aloft, so what purpose would it be to challenge us?

The terms were made clear.

This is the quarry of Aphros, not yours.

Scurry back to your Gutter and hide in your idle landmass forsaken by even the dunes.

You speak of one as a coward, yet an enemy of man stood against the Aphrosian dogs and stood in absolute triumph.

Zel'Ria acts on their own accord, divorced of mine.

They are of true strength, unlike most of you mortal mongrels.

If you seek a truly grandiose enemy?

I will play the part.

Stand in the way of these dealings, if you believe your own ego to be that high.

In doing so?

I would take your story, and your life, as you become one with me, with Storyteller.

You understand, son of man.

Lest mine own cambion fully imprison you within your mind once more.

I will await your response, or your silence, with equally bated breath.

Not that I can breathe, anyway.

You know where to find me."

- Na'Ria, Demon King, Archon of Skarnfel, Daughter of Sak'noth