"Grand Uncle, please don't joke at such a time. Solis is a hoax of the poor, a farce of the church. Who do you think did this? Gracia?" Prince Zedd earnestly inquired. "I must provide an answer to my father."
The imposing man paced around the room and observed no signs of a struggle. "Neither as the Grand Wizard of the highest level, nor as the Supreme General of Masan—have I ever witnessed a Grand Wizard's death without a fight. Unless the opponent was so overwhelmingly powerful that... there wasn't even a chance to resist."
Prince Zedd dreaded such a possibility. "A Supreme Wizard then? Who could it be? The Church? Anti-Light? Or perhaps the elves themselves, considering the elven boy is missing?"
