Thalion kept his gaze fixed on the table for a few more seconds, the drumming of his fingers echoing through the silent atmosphere of the store.
Time seemed to have stopped, and Kaizen felt a slight tension in the air, as if the elf was weighing every word, every gesture. The interior of the store, with its swaying shadows and enigmatic objects, only intensified the feeling that they were in a place where decisions were shaped by forces beyond ordinary comprehension.
Finally, Thalion raised his eyes, and when he did, his countenance was a mixture of resignation and curiosity. The candlelight reflected in his green eyes, making them almost ethereal, as if he were observing the flow of time and possibilities around him.
"You know, a long time ago, before the world was shaped by the gods, there was only the void, the primordial chaos where everything and nothing coexisted. It was from this chaos that order was brought, but always at a cost. And that cost is what we are paying to this day," said Thalion, his voice laden with a deep melancholy, as if he were revealing a long-kept secret.
Kaizen and Alaric remained silent, listening to every word. There was something in the way Thalion spoke that suggested a vast knowledge, something that went beyond the simple comprehension of mortals. Kaizen, in particular, was drawn to these revelations, as if each word were a piece of a much larger puzzle.
"You speak of balance," Thalion continued, "as if it were something tangible, something that can be maintained by mortal hands. But balance, my young warriors, is an illusion. It's a delicate dance, where one false step can bring everything crashing down. And you have come to me in search of answers, but the answers you seek may not be the ones you wish to hear."
Alaric leaned forward, his voice soft but firm. "Thalion, we understand the danger we are in. We know that there are no guarantees and that the balance may be fragile, but we are willing to do whatever is necessary to protect the Nine Worlds. We can't just stand by and watch everything fall apart. We need your wisdom to avoid the worst."
Thalion watched Kaizen with an expression that mixed respect and regret. "You are brave, I can't deny that. But courage without wisdom is just recklessness. If you really want to go down this path, you need to understand that there is no guarantee that you will succeed. And even if you do, the cost may be too high."
Kaizen exchanged a firm look with Alaric before replying. "We're prepared to do whatever it takes. We can't let chaos consume everything. If there's a chance of success, however small, we'll take it."
The elf remained silent for a moment, as if pondering Kaizen's words. Then, finally, he closed the tome and walked over to a nearby table, where he carefully placed the book down. "Very well. If you're so determined, then I'll help you. But know that once we start, there'll be no turning back."
Alaric nodded, his expression resolute. "We understand, Thalion. And we're ready."
Thalion smiled slightly, but it was a smile full of sadness, as if he could already see the fate that awaited them. "Very well, then. Follow me."
He led them to the back room, separated by heavy curtains, and upon entering, Kaizen was immediately struck by a change in atmosphere.
The room was different from the rest of the store, lit by a soft, constant light emanating from crystals that seemed to float in the air. The walls were covered in ancient tapestries depicting scenes of battles and encounters between gods and mortals. In the center of the room, there was a stone pedestal on which rested a small crystal sphere, pulsating with an internal light.