บท 163: The Arbiter

High Arbiter Elek struck a tall and imposing figure. His wings fluttered softly in the night breeze, so white and pure they practically glowed. He wore the same gleaming armor and greatsword as in the vision, but they felt so much more real, pulsing with ninth-level enchantments. The sheer mana density of his soul was beyond anything I'd imagined, seeming as boundless as much as a small Shard of Omniscience.

"You don't seem surprised," he said, a thoughtful look forming on his face.

Tears continued to trickle down my cheeks, and I rested my chin on my knees, staring at the ground. My tail rose, curling forlornly about my body. His gaze weighed me, piercing my flesh to observe my soul. I flinched, staring at the ground. Did he also see the future atrocities I might one day commit?