Darkstalker's time

(Darkstalker’s royal cave, 5000 years ago. NightWing palace glows outside. Runes activate. Projections of parents shimmer in.) Darkstalker: (smiling) Welcome to my time. All of us together at last. Clearsight: (nervous, beside him) We can still choose peace. Foeslayer: (warm) My powerful son! Arctic: (frosty glare) You’re becoming the nightmare I predicted. Cliff: (protective) Clearsight, step away from him. Swiftwings: (firm) Unchecked power ends in ruin.