The grand chamber was eerily silent. Dim braziers cast the room in a soft crimson glow. Mohg stood before the ancient cocoon, his hand resting on the surface. ‘Still nothing…’ he murmured, his voice low. ‘Is this a test of my patience?’ He sought a sign, offering his strength and loyalty for the coming era. ‘I have given everything to this cause,’ he whispered. He turned his head at the sound of approaching footsteps. ‘Who enters this sacred place?’