Unholy Hunger
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The Warlord Eternal did not look like what she had expected.
She had expected immensity something that bent space around it, something that made the room feel wrong. What stepped through the air of the sanctum looked like a man in his later years, silver-haired, with eyes that were the same ember-red as Kael's and a face of absolute, weathered calm. He looked at Seren with the dispassionate assessment of a craftsman examining a piece of work that had gotten out of hand.
"The oracle," he said. His voice was what she had expected low, vast, something that resonated in the walls. "I see why."