Thanatos continued to analyze the endless flow of time as he lay with his back arched against the machine he had just built. More than 20 years had passed and still no sign of another worthy of time. He took a gentle walk around the vast space of nothingness and finally, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the crystal sphere that lay a few feet away from him. “A druid” - he thought, giving a snort while closing to the sphere. There he was; a tall, vibrant, audacious young half elf with skin as hard as a tree’s bark and with his hair as long and sharp as vines of a chestnut brown. He was currently hunting his prey - a beautiful and exotic hummingbird that was gliding from tree to tree. “A rare collector”, thought Thanatos, as he began to become intrigued by the druid. He took a leap through time. He saw his fate. Disciple to Elminster. Friend to nature. Foe to the artificial, to the untruthful, and most of all, to himself. Beneath his facade as a strong, relentless and wise druid lay a fragile, confused, and most of all, a coward half elf with a knack for martyrdom. Thanatos took a glimpse of his end, and he rejoiced. There are very few things that will spurt a smile for a man like Thanatos. This was one of them. Fear. Unstoppable, soul-eating, fiendish and obsessive fear. In spite of all he knew, of all he felt, Yviggo Kai Nu’mei was a bundle of insecurities. Thanatos would make sure that those arose and took the best of him. Only then would he, Kai, be able to understand Thanatos’ own fears. If so, he had found an heir. His fate was sealed.