"Proof?" Nero repeated, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Fine."
He stood up. With a slow gesture, he snapped his fingers. A bluish glow flooded the room.
"The Gates of the Otherworld," Nero murmured. "Seven in total. The first will open in six years, on the outskirts of Northland."
A holographic map materialized in the air, hovering between them. Glowing red dots pulsed on the projection, marking precise locations on a world map.
"I've had to identify the seven rifts," Nero continued. "It's still rough, but this is approximately where and when the Gates will open."
Darius stepped closer. He studied the locations with cold scrutiny, his burning eyes narrowed in skepticism. Then, a harsh chuckle escaped his lips.
"Guesses," he growled, crossing his arms. "You think you'll impress me with lights and coordinates?"
Nero's smile widened, almost taunting.
