"Tell me about the Letherions."
Prince Zakar'el remained silent for some time, and with a sigh, he leaned into the throne as he sat on its armrest
"About my people..."
Prince Zakar'el looked up, and with a reminiscent tone, he spoke.
"My people were a race that every being in existence was wary of... Sages, Gods, Immortals, the Old Ones, and even several Eldritch Beings."
"Our ability to manipulate memories was a terrifying ability... Especially the bloodline ability of the royal family which could make those around them to passively forget what they were doing and why they were doing those things."
"We were a race that could not walk amongst the weak or those without a strong mind, spirit, or soul... Our mere presence affected every living creature."