The wisest councilor left Ashtaroth's throne room. He had given him a specific compass to track the last places the powers had been sensed.
It was double starred in shape, and the compasses hands looked like a twig, yet, alive. It danced in different directions until it began to lead the wisest councilor.
"Where to next?"
He asked dthe compass.
He had already ventured into the a jungle, and he was out of the dark realm. When he had begun his journey, the compass had opened a portal to lead him to the greatest point where the presence of the gemstones had strongly been lurking.
The compass suddenly began to go haywire, spinning, left, right, then round. The wisest councilor wondered if he had already found it.
