Chronalis was the first to reach their altitude, her time manipulation allowing her to move despite her injuries. She took a position at Kailthrys's right hand, her eyes showing pain but also determination.
"Your Majesty," she said quietly.
"Are we certain this is necessary? He fought honorably. Showed restraint with his power."
"Today," Kailthrys replied.
"He showed restraint today. What about tomorrow? What about when he's angry, or desperate, or simply curious about what he can do with all that chaos? We can't risk it."
Vorathys, the death goddess, took position opposite Chronalis. Her domain gave her unique insight into Jaenor's nature, and what she saw troubled her.
"He doesn't have a normal death," she observed.
"His existence is tangled with forces I can't cleanly end. Sealing may indeed be the only option."
Aethormor appeared last, his spatial abilities letting him manifest directly into his assigned position. He looked at Jaenor with something like regret.
