A deafening silence suffocates the chamber. Smug smiles sagging into succinct lines.
"You speak of the black sun?" Malois asks cautiously. "And how would you know of this? Are you in possession of a celestial ephemeris?"
Ephemeris is an almanac, also known as God's calendar. It is a documented entry of prophecies inscribed by foretellers of possible futures, both good and bad.
"No. But if you were out there, you would see. The signs are all around us," I say, gripping their gazes as I speak. "This is not only the Vulkra. This is them all, the Ulris, the return of Vilnus. We are looking at more than a war, but a reckoning. You can hide if you will, but the Ulris will find you. At the time of the Eternal Eclipse, Vilnus will have the power to align all the hellscapes to ferry in his interdimensional army of hellions and shadows. If that happens, all is lost."
"The Vulkra are only the first stage," Gaius says distantly, a vacant look in his eyes.
