If you ask me — I would say this: Xaroth is pressing into our world.”
Suddenly, Elvoran rose with a start; his chair scraped loudly across the stone. “I’ve read of this before… but where?” he murmured — almost to himself.
He turned to the shelves and began searching the aisles, his movements sharp and restless. Master Drobal and Raynarus exchanged a glance.
“Elvoran — what are you seeking?” Master Drobal asked.
“Wait… just a moment,” came the reply. “It’s here, somewhere. I read once of a threat from the soul-realm.”
He searched deeper, until at last, in a corner near the floor, he uncovered a stack of books. With a triumphant smile, he lifted a thick, dust-covered volume.
The Scholar-Chronicles of Horunguth, he murmured. He returned to the table at once. His hands moved swiftly through the pages — then halted.
“Here! I knew it!” he said, pointing to a passage, his fingers gliding across the yellowed lines.
“It speaks of a time in the twenty-third or twenty-fourth cycle,” he began. “It is written that our predecessors — the mages of Horunguth and the Glorious Elves — forged seven artifacts. Their purpose: to bind and contain a threat that rose from the soul-realm and once endangered Wetherid. Yet the trail of these relics has vanished into the haze of history. Some say they were stolen. Others claim they were hidden, to shield their power from misuse."