Heroes of Might & Magic: Olden Era - Обсуждение

“Your task may continue,” he said, his voice impassive, “Speak, young sprout. You have spent this time in quiet contemplation—a feat I do not recall.” Elder Tss’kish was a massive being, the tips of his crown gently brushing the apex of the Oracle’s dome, like the canopy of a forest beneath a tranquil sky. Very few Ents could reach his size, but few of them remained in the world long enough for it to happen. That he was called a sprout was amusing to Ilvari. The Elder’s steps lightly shook the ground as he approached the other emissaries with his retinue.

“Our Mycelium sings, my friend. It speaks of pain, sorrow, and nothingness. It has sent me to remind the sprouts of the consequences. I bring this song with me, that you may lend it your voice, old friend.” As the ancient Ent finished speaking, the Oracle placed a hand on his bark and began to sing, his body not his own, but rather an extension of something greater.

“A time of strife and sorrow shall follow the ‘Era of Shefar,’ and in this Era, all shall be turned to naught when the gates of chaos open in Enroth. And this shall be a sign to you—when the elemental forces of Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water roam freely through your lands, bringing death and destruction on their wings, you shall enter the final Era, the ‘Era of Cleansing.’ Once this Era begins, there shall be no salvation. For behold, the lords of Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water, they all give life and take it away. In times of strife, the cycle of destruction cannot be avoided, and your only solace will be death. However, in times of harmony, those who gather in alliance shall have the opportunity to weather the cleansing and prevent the end of the ‘Era of Shefar,’ and then enjoy a long era of peace.”

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The silence in the square was deafening—any present could think that all sounds had suddenly disappeared from the dome in which they were. Ilvari looked around—Una, Anastasia, and Redtail had gone pale, understanding the meaning of the prophecy. Mr. Laudrin continued to smile carelessly, but it was clear to her that this was a mask hiding the panic in his eyes. Only the Oracle and the Ent remained calm and focused.

“Your concerns are understandable, and I will not deny that a grim fate awaits us if we do not heed the warnings.” The Oracle remained as impassive as at the beginning of the council. Una and Ilvari nodded softly. However, not everyone could maintain the same composure.

“How can you expect us to talk about prophecies or peace when there are monsters among us?!” Anastasia trembled, her anxiety turning to anger.

“What do you want us to do, child—to cut each other up here and now, so that the entire continent plunges into chaos?” Una seemed displeased with the priestess. “You need to spend less time with that Frenzied Catalina and her calls for violence.” As the situation quickly escalated into endless arguments, Ilvari decided to take matters into her own hands.