Atheline thought he had time.
Not much.
Perhaps a few weeks if the World Tree continued deteriorating at its present rate.
A month if they were fortunate.
Several days at the absolute minimum.
Enough time to understand what connected his six Laws.
Enough time to approach Sovereignty properly instead of forcing a breakthrough he didn't understand.
Enough time for the kingdoms to prepare their armies, evacuate vulnerable settlements, investigate the remaining ancient anchors and determine where Klaith had gone.
He was wrong... The end began three days later.
It began with Klaith.
Far beneath a region that no modern map recognized as important, the old Dark Elf walked through the remains of a civilization that had disappeared before the current continents even had names.
There were no roads here.
Only black stone stretching between mountains and a crack in the earth so deep that sunlight never reached its bottom.
He descended.
