Whispers erupted among the Light Elves like wildfire, spreading faster than conscious thought.
Hands pressed against mouths, bodies taking steps backward without permission.
"Z-Zul'Kier, how could he–"
"That traitor! After everything Mother gave us, after–"
"What do we do now?! The barriers won't hold without–"
"By the Ever Mother, we're defenseless! If they come through, if the wards are down–"
One of the younger Gods grabbed another's shoulder, his voice rising with panic.
"Wait, did he say Seed of Life? What is that? Did he mean the Elixir? Is that what they're after?"
"No, you fool, the Seed is different, it's–"
"By 'Lord,' did he mean–"
The whisper cut off mid-word, the speaker's face draining of color.
"A Demon Ruler?"
Silence crashed down for one heartbeat.
Then the panic redoubled, voices overlapping and building toward hysteria.
"No no no, that can't be right, the Divine Rulers would stop–"
"We have to run! We have to–"
