Wash away the sorrow
My blood runs cold. I want to ask more, but Zeke shakes his head.
"The prophecy, as they often do, doesn't specify the time. It might not happen in this century. Forget about it for now—there's the magic to do."
There is. But now, what should've been a momentous and celebratory occasion is poisoned by the thoughts of the sword of Damocles over our heads.
The truck of the agents is filled with metal coffins. Thankfully, Grasshopper quickly calms me down.
"These are stasis-capsules… Though, yeah, we call them coffins, too. The Ascended are in stasis inside, but we can extract them at any moment. This sort of packaging doesn't last too long, but is very convenient for transporting dangerous objects or creatures."
Zeke carries the coffins from the van to the place where we already prepared the ritual circle. It's in the former control room of the castle—the eye of the temporal storm.