He continued to tap the table with his first finger. How long, he could not say, but he was glad that after all these years of searching, his search would be over. After all this hardship and deaths, his efforts would be crowned with success. Just a matter of time.
A trifling smile spread through the side of his cheeks as he continued to watch the blue hovering image before him. It was the atlas of Anadan. Small and insignificant, but for the shield that protected it from the eyes of outsiders. According to legend, the shield was built long ago by the founding fathers, Tyrust and Donald. They had created Anadan with the last power residing in the Slate of Vale. They had locked Lord Vortex in that hellish place. It's been years now. Too many years have passed that it was impossible to keep count.
