"What do you want from me?" Aaron asked, raising his eyes to meet Aetherion's gaze.
"I thought we were bitter enemies from now on."
"Now we need your help," Aetherion replied evenly. "And I'm sure you need our help too."
"Pfft. Need your help?" Aaron waved the idea off with a dismissive flick of his hand. "I doubt I do."
"Let's go," he told Grey and Flameborn, already turning his back to leave.
"You must have met the Primordial Wardens," Aetherion called out, his voice steady and urgent.
"I'm sure you know that's not all their strength. They are far more dangerous than you realize, Aaron."
"I'm aware," Aaron answered without stopping.
"And that's exactly how I like my enemies — strong and healthy. They help me grow faster that way."
"They will hunt you to the end of every realm until you die," Aetherion continued.
"They don't stop. And I'm sure even you hate being haunted from time to time."
