"Let's go.
If he really is alive, as you say, next time I will consider changing the way I handle matters related to him."
"Damn."
Angelie regained his composure with a grim face, muttering to himself, "That cold joke wasn't funny at all.
I'm talking to you seriously, Nar..."
Narros couldn't be bothered to respond, his figure dissipating into the Void like smoke.
........
The ancient palace made of Pure White Stone, with a tower suspended above like a giant frozen pendulum.
A marten with snow-white fur stood on the grand round table, as if meticulously crafting something.
The sound of rustling wood chips falling was exceptionally clear in the silent hall. In front of the round table, wizards clad in white robes knelt, not uttering a sound, as if waiting quietly.
Finally, the last stroke of the marten's wood carving fell perfectly.
