Within the verdant Elven Palace of the Silvermoon Tribunal, the young Elf King Aldarian sat on an oak chair, staring blankly at the Magic Mirror before him.
Having witnessed hundreds of meteors falling from the sky and effortlessly annihilating the Githyanki army, Aldarian didn't know what to say.
He suspected it might be an illusion technique at first.
Unfortunately, based on what he knew about this Lich, his lies were never obvious.
Everything he presented with a guarantee was true. The real deceptions were well hidden, so much so that you wouldn't even realize you had been fooled after the fact.
If this Lich wasn't intentionally defying logic, then it meant that the Elf Tribe had severely underestimated him before.
Aldarian looked around; the hall was filled with the upper echelons of the Elf Tribe; essentially all the elite of the entire tribe were here.
"Gentlemen, the Lich intended for us to see this. What are your thoughts?" he asked.
