Through dusty fields that stretched on forever, through dead forests frozen in time, through the silent and open gates of decaying fortifications, through shattered streets that yet throbbed with unrelenting, unstoppable life, through gloom shrouded halls and staircases that made no sense, through a grinding door that guarded the summit of a modest black tower…

…it came.

Mmmmmmaster...

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It flickered up through the darkness, dancing through the air. In the black noon, one star that filled the false sky pulsed furiously, and then began to fade.

Mmmmmassssterrrr…

It flared, and it struggled, and then it was gone, leaving the sky a little dimmer.

Silence returned to the room that should not be. It did not last.

The creeping darkness was noticed. It receded. Something stirred, and was remembered. A loss. A defeat. A defeat.

The last Elf woke on his throne, filled with a terrible fury.