The Magic Fire Pit burned fiercely, and the leaping flames cast long shadows across the walls.
"Father!"
Leonard's reverent voice echoed in the quiet hall.
Erodion nodded slightly, "There's only the two of us here. Better call me 'teacher' instead."
Leonard replied, "Yes, teacher."
Erodion then asked, "Speak. What's the matter?"
Leonard said, "All preparations are complete. The church is already awaiting our command. What do you think..."
Erodion remained silent and instead raised his head to gaze at the galaxy overhead.
At the same time, a coil of flame gradually enveloped his body and ascended, slithering like a serpent. As his hand extended skyward, a burst of fire immediately erupted, sketching an astral diagram in the air.
Erodion squinted at the diagram, comparing it to the constellations above for a few moments.
Then, he nodded, "Begin."
...
In a remote and unnamed village within the Seven Kingdoms.
