Some time ago… decades, years ago…
'Kaldaroth.'Ethan's voice rang with quiet authority inside the knight's mind, a ripple through the deep bond they shared.
'My King,' came the immediate response, deep and guttural, the voice of a beast tamed only by loyalty. Kaldaroth's crimson eyes glowed faintly beneath the shadows of his helm.
'Find the Ancestral Seed of Anbord. I don't know where it is, but I have clues. Fragments. Dreams. Memories from others. Find it before anyone else does again.'
'But, my King…'There was hesitation—an emotion that rarely surfaced in the fearsome knight. 'What of you? You are not well. The Sync, the battle… it has drained you.'
'Don't worry about me. I'm just tired. I'll rest a little. That's all.'
'What if your enemies rise while you sleep? What if the world moves too far ahead…'
'Don't you believe me?' Ethan's voice cracked slightly, weighed with unspoken burdens. 'You'll know when I wake. I'll feel your progress. I trust no one else with this.'