Despite the brief nature of the disturbance, Saeldir's instincts said to him that this was more than a mere Magical flicker.
He had learned to trust his hunches, honed over centuries of studying and manipulating the delicate weave of Magical currents. He could sense that something was amiss, something far deeper than what the surface showed.
Moreover, its just few weeks ago that those decisive battle happened.
Without wasting a moment, he grabbed a small, silver-bound journal from his desk and quickly noted down the details of the ripple.
His handwriting was swift but meticulous, recording the unusual vortex he had seen, its strange energy and the exact place of the palace it had appeared.
With a final glance at the crystal mirror, Saeldir straightened, tucked the journal under his arm, and made his way to the throne room.
