#(the visions of the neckalce are not always 100% so this doenst gotta be accurate to how actually happened

[universestreasures]

"As you wish."

The priestess nods her head before her lilac hues close, hands placed in front of the Millennium Necklace as she channeled its power to replay the vision she had witnessed earlier. This was to ensure that the information she was reciting to him was accurate, something he no doubt desired considering both his tone of voice in his command and the topic at hand.

"Before my eyes, I see a grand tablet...with depictions of a past battle and words for the future etched into the stone. Just seeing it evokes a... melancholic feeling in my heart." She then pauses to compose herself before continuing. "I then see a tall figure, chisel in hand, etching away part of the carving towards the bottom, with his face concealed by shadow. The portion of the carving that the figure deliberately erased was...of King Atem's name."

The golden light of the item dies down as Isis opens her eyes once more to meet the king's gaze. "While I did not see it precisely in my vision, I feel quite certain the person in my vision with the carving was you, Lord Seto. Not only was our late king and Mahad depicted on the stone, but you and...the White Dragon were as well. For it was your duel...the clashing of your souls...was what was depicted."

The intrusion of another in his immediate premises was noticed before their identity was revealed. The king's posture, absent commonplace austerity as a result of welcomed seclusion, returned to its rehearsed stolidness; blue eyes acknowledging the priestess that made herself known, showing no surprise at her presence there. Given the strict arrangements pertain to security that were in place through the entire complex that encompassed the Pharaoh's chambers, Seto had expected the visitor to be either someone from his personal guard or a member of his court.

A moment of silence lingered as he waited for her to continue speaking. And when she did, his reaction —in the form of measured alarm— could only be partially concealed.

The newly crowned king's reverence for his predecessor wasn't a secret; Atem's untimely departure having left a mark certain to be untouched by the passing of time. But perhaps none could understand this quite as deeply as those who had been there to witness it.

❛ Tell me.  ❜ The response came swiftly, his tone of voice conveying that he expected her to spare no detail.