Idriosra wanted to turn away, to close their eyes, to escape the Incarnation of Chaos’s infinitely powerful presence. They could do little more than shield their face with a hand, but Sothylat’s potence was overpowering, practically forcing the mortal dragonet to stare back at it.
“Who are you?” they fearfully called out, hand gripping their staff as if they could stand a chance against the divinity if this bizarre confrontation escalated to a fight. “What do you want from me?”
It laughed, cawed, barked with a thousand voices. “I do not want, little vessel,” Sothylat roared yet whispered, like it was murmuring right against Idriosra’s ear and bellowing loud enough to fill the endless void at the same time. “I need. I need to access Terlei, and I need you to do it.”
“Why?” Idriosra asked, slightly more confident. “Why did you choose me? And why does my being a Fragment matter?”
It lowered its head, getting even closer to the white dragonet’s face. “Look at me! Do you not realize this already?!” it roared, the air around the two crackling with the Incarnation’s potence. “You were not simply chosen. You were made, made to be my eyes and ears in the mortal realm, made to be my vessel, made to be the catalyst that will let me remake the realms in my image!”
Idriosra lowered their arm and faced it. “I… I refuse.”
Sothylat grew closer, its energy buzzing and humming around it. “What did you say?”
“I refuse!” Idriosra screamed. "I said that I refuse!"
