[Orym sighs quietly, glancing off towards the window, the growing reds of the sunset. But then the night sky pulsed red these days, the glow of Ruidus brighter than ever, the ley lines still flaring like an aggressive aurora once the sun has quit the sky.]
The gods were always going to die. It was their time, past it really. Their end, this change, it's inevitable.
[He looks back to Dorian and there is that flash of red in his eyes before he shuts them as if he's fighting for control of himself, opening them with their usual green once more.]
I've gentled it, Dorian. It doesn't care if it shatters the planet to end them, if every creature on the surface of the world dies in fire and ruin. I won't let that happen. The gods must die, but not at the cost of the rest of Exandria.
[Now he does step forward again.] And not at the cost of losing you. I know, I know you've been sheltered too much in your life. But this isn't a cage, Dorian. This is a sanctuary. Until the worst of this is done, until a new world is born.
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The gods were always going to die. It was their time, past it really. Their end, this change, it's inevitable.
[He looks back to Dorian and there is that flash of red in his eyes before he shuts them as if he's fighting for control of himself, opening them with their usual green once more.]
I've gentled it, Dorian. It doesn't care if it shatters the planet to end them, if every creature on the surface of the world dies in fire and ruin. I won't let that happen. The gods must die, but not at the cost of the rest of Exandria.
[Now he does step forward again.] And not at the cost of losing you. I know, I know you've been sheltered too much in your life. But this isn't a cage, Dorian. This is a sanctuary. Until the worst of this is done, until a new world is born.