A Prophecy
Saeldir fell back into his chair. He stared at the white sphere that gave off a soft glow.
Saeldir couldn't even bring himself to do anything to stop Laston. Or use powerful Magic to make him admit all the lies he might perpetrate.
In the end, Saeldir could only wait for things to unfold themselves. After all, he still needed more evidence.
The familiar feeling of Magic he encountered at Mount Calamity started to make sense.
That dark Magic power most likely came from Laston. What he didn't know was why it turned to become so dark.
Saeldir glanced at the door and then spread out his arms. A magic circle appeared at the door and sealed it from anyone who tried to enter.
Then Saeldir opened his right palm. A moment later above the palm appeared a strand of black hair.
It was the hair he took from the Dark Elf he killed back then. Before actually ending her life, Saeldir took the time to grab the Dark Elf's hair.