Interlude. Part 1

Inside a small dimly adorned room situated in the depths of a magnificent castle, a woman wearing dark-golden robes prostrated herself before a small, crystal orb.

Her body lied in a perfect posture with her two arms lowered in worship and her forehead touching the stony ground in reverence.

The crystal orb, placed upon an ornately adorned pedestal made from a strange, multi-colored stone, quivered a few times before floating into the air.

"Slave." A sagely voice exited the crystal. 

The instant that the genuflecting woman heard that voice, her body imperceptibly quivered. Not daring to raise her head, she softly answered.

"Your slave hears and obeys, Your Lordship." 

"Pull out your forces from that race which is undergoing the Ascension. They have passed." The old voice ordered.