Round 161

The creature's tendrils pulse with each word, the blue light intensifying as it speaks. "Circumstances have changed, little ones. You see, Zha'thik—the 'caretaker' as the shadow creature calls him—was never meant to be the true master here." Its voice takes on an ominous tone as it continues, "I am Aethera, the architect of this realm. And I have a proposition for you both." The air seems to crackle with energy as the creature's form shifts and solidifies into something more... substantial.*