Looking into his Soul!

Valadmir, sat upon his darkened throne, a sinister aura enveloping him as he contemplated the revelations gleaned from the enchanted mirror. The crescent moon mark on Cassiel's forehead had sent ripples through the corridors of his evil mind. With an imperious gesture, he commanded his generals, a cadre of formidable beings loyal to the shadows, to find and bring the boy before him.

Silas, his trusted servant, approached with a bow, his voice echoing through the dimly lit chamber. "My Lord, the one you seek is Cassiel, a Moon Guardian. He bears the mark of The Moon Goddess."

A cruel smile crept across Valadmir's lips. "Cassiel," he mused, the name resonating with a dark significance. "Bring him to me, Silas. I want to see the power of The Moon Goddess manifest in this boy."

Silas bowed once more, acknowledging the command. "As you wish, my Lord. I will dispatch our best trackers and sorcerers to locate Cassiel."