The Diamaar Druid held up his clenched hand, his long slender fingers clasping something small and solid. As he began to chant a ball of fire struck his throat burning his face and igniting his robes. His body was enveloped in a torrent of flames. Then they saw him. In a long black cloak with his hood covering his face, he stood before the raging fire. The Dark Mage. Zallucien let his gaze fall to the floor as his Window to the World began to darken. The time draws near. In the five years since Afeclin, Wolflang and Lenna crossed the Tebelligan border, the Warlord as presence in Marrapassa...