“By the authority granted to me by my fellow scholars of the Necromancer Guild of the Shade Spire Chapter, I, Shadow Weaver Una, pledge my loyalty to your cause and solemnly vow to help you uncover the truth behind these matters.” The Necromancers, who were the first to agree, surprised Ilvari, but she was pleased with their support.
“We will join our song to yours, for it is change that has always guided the Mycelium, and it is change that will keep it safe. May our choir aid you with its music, and may our forests guide your way.” The Elder’s words resonated with power and majesty, and he was joined by his followers, who beat their fists against their chests—an alliance of the gentleness of the forest wind and the ferocity of its guardians.
All eyes turned to Anastasia. She could see her weighing her decision—after all, such alliances, however fleeting, held great power and would leave an indelible mark on the pages of history. After a short moment, she replied, her voice steady for the first time:
“As the Chalice commands and as the light is mighty, I, Anastasia, Priestess of the Sun and emissary of my lords in the Dawn, offer to your service my strength and the strength of our beloved Order. Let all the powerful of this world know that, however strange this land may be, we will defend it with the same zeal as the cause in which we believe.”
As Anastasia spoke her words, the Mirror beside the Oracle glowed with the symbols of the Forefathers, as if binding them all in an agreement. Their actions would be watched, and from now on, they would be held accountable for breaking the truce. Ilvari was pleased that she had achieved the results her subjects desired. She drew all eyes to herself and began to speak.