The light of the orb flickered momentarily. For that short moment in time, when the orb was dark and lifeless, the colourful lights born from the wildmagic surges seemed to shine so much more brightly.
Aether pursed his lips and scowled as he watched the orb flicker and die. It soon lit up again, it's soft, gentle light illuminating these caverns once more. How much time did they have, he wondered? How long before wildmagic completely drowned out that light? How long before that beautiful golden light fell into darkness, never to shine again?
He sighed. Not much, he could say that for sure. Days, perhaps. A week if they were lucky. And the council continued to do nothing. They sat in their protected tower, claiming they would end this issue at once, only to leave the people of the underworld to suffer. In such a dark world, they were meant to be the light that brought hope and balance. They did the opposite now.