"I want you all to take the mirror you have used the most," the wizard of the mountain said.
Ted took the big one he had talked with earlier.
They were in the obsidian room, faced with a huge collection of mirrors.
The cult leader did not even want to think about the hassle that had resulted from moving all those mirrors into the mountain and doing it covertly. It had been a real nightmare.
Ted sighed. He looked deep into his fateful eyes and waited for further instructions.
Eric had surrounded himself with a great flame that was as purple as the dress that Eknie had chosen to wear for this particular occasion.
The wizard would simply stay inside the mountain, where he was safe. He said he could handle Theinskvalur's psychic powers with ease and would not be in any danger of being spied on.
The high cor waited, and as he stood there, trying not to look away from the mirror, he felt the purple flame behind him growing hotter and hotter.
