"Tell your King to polish his scales," Alvian said, his eyes glowing with the violet light of the Void. "I accept."
Tarrasque bowed, a mocking gesture. "Enjoy your last night, Godslayer."
The Herald turned and swam back toward the enemy lines. The barrier closed behind him.
"You're insane," Valeria whispered. "He's going to kill you."
"He's going to try," Alvian said, turning back to the palace interior. "But he's expecting a Level 56 mage. He's expecting a trickster."
Alvian walked toward the lift that led to the lower vaults.
"Where are you going?" Seraphina asked, materializing from the shadows. "The armory is empty. You used all the best materials."
"I'm going to the [Sea King's Treasury]," Alvian said. "The Eighth Guardian title gave me access. There are things in there that haven't seen the light of day since the First Era."
"What are you looking for?" Valeria asked.
