The sensation of fear still clung to Raghul like a shadow he couldn't shake. It was alien—suffocating. But as quickly as it had arrived, the Prime forced it down with a guttural snarl. He was a ruler of death, not some fledgling creature cowering in the dark.
"I need a plan," he muttered, clawed fingers digging into the arms of his throne. "I don't know what this boy is truly capable of… and I don't intend to find out alone."
With a flick of his mind, Raghul activated the Prime Link, a mental tether that connected him to the other four Primes in the zone.
Each Prime controlled a major region, and though they were bitter rivals, the threat now warranted something dangerous:
Cooperation.
Within seconds, Raghul's consciousness emerged into a shared mental space—an endless black void shaped like a warped throne room, where four other towering figures shimmered into focus.
One of them leaned forward, voice dripping with arrogance.
