Elixir Of The Ancients
Under the calm yet tense ambiance of the Whispering Cove, Moraxor began to retell the old tale that had been passed down through generations, steeped in the trials and tribulations of his ancestors.
"Before the wrath of the Ravager," Moraxor's voice was a solemn whisper, echoing within the cove, "we were in the hundreds of millions. But once he decided that he wanted everything we had, he massacred us till our numbers were reduced to a mere fraction, a million. The only reason he didn't annihilate us and banished us was to satiate his own malicious delight," Moraxor's hands were clenched as even now his veins would rumble whenever he remembered this tragic and cruel tale from history.
Rowena and Asher exchanged glances but didn't interrupt Moraxor. There was no point in arguing which history was wrong and right in a meeting like this.