One thing was for sure – there was a mage afoot. Dominus had warned Beam of such men. He had warned him that they were one in ten thousand. That they could eviscerate a village with a single click of their fingers. That the discovery of mana was such a maddening pursuit – that one would see no progress, no results, until the moment of overwhelming victory – and it created only the vilest of people.
Beam wasn't sure why such a mage would be operating so stealthily, whilst clinging to the shadows, if he had the sort of power that Dominus had told him that even the worst of mages had. But along those same lines, Beam wasn't sure whether he could truly understand the motives of a madman to begin with.
The remnants of the room, after all, they thoroughly reeked of madness.
