Episode 87

As Lord Zack made his way to the seers' domain at night, his strides were heavy with worry and confusion. The weight of his troubled heart burdened his every step, for he sought answers to a grievous question that tormented his soul. Why had everyone he held dear suddenly turned against him? Such a thought was a dagger to his heart, and an icy shiver pricked at his spine.

Upon entering the seers' chamber, the air was infused with an aura of mysticism, the scent of incense caressing his senses. The room was awash with ethereal light, casting dancing shadows upon the aged stone walls. The seers, draped in mystical robes, greeted him with solemn looks etched upon their faces, their eyes bearing the wisdom of countless ages.

“You must have missed your way, Lord Zack,” one of them said to him.

“Surely, trouble lurks in your path,” another said.

“He must think of us as saviors,” another remarked, looking unimpressed.

Lord Zack, beads of perspiration glistening on his brow, approached them w