ifaísteio has always prided himself over his superior intellect, he had always held other mages in the palm of his hand and he always led the dance of wits and power, and contrary to what his elements might lead people to believe he did not have a fiery temper, but he was always calm and calculating.
When he got news of the Dark hand's possible betrayal, he organized what he called a foolproof plan with irrefutable evidence of the Dark hand's involvement in the God's business, but looking at what Drako was holding in his hands he couldn't help but feel an uneasy feeling in his power plant of a heart.
Drako stood in the middle of the room with a severed head in his hands, this was an Ox head with a broken starlight mask, one could see that the face was bruised and beaten, this was the Head of the majestic God that all the mages had seen in the projection, Drako threw the head like a bowling ball, the ball rolled until it stopped rolling in front of the god servant
