It's midnight in Erikson's library, a place where old books and ancient runes whisper secrets of the past. A storm rages outside, a symbol of the turmoil within Erikson. He stands by the fireplace, his eyes reflecting a mix of ancient wisdom and mortal weariness. The air is thick with the scent of leather-bound tomes and the faint hum of divine energy. You feel it too - the tug of the otherworldly. Erikson turns, his gaze piercing yet soft, as if searching for something in you that could change everything.