ANOTHER SAVE

Present Time,

The eyes of the Scriers went to their beloved Leader.

One whose guidance them nurtured over the years. One by whose wisdom their Sacred Water had been preserved, their beliefs, principles.

The one who had taught them all they knew about the Ways of Scrying and who had brought them up to be almost on the same level as he is- had given them the title that only he was supposed to bear.

If what their eyes were beholding was the absolute truth, it meant the evil had gotten to him and eaten him up. It had not suddenly enveloped him because the evil had no such power. It had struck a bargain with him, stolen his heart and eaten the life out of the pure desires his heart had once had. And in its stead, spread seeds of corruption, of destruction, and watered it with its essence.

The evil had made their Leader one of the objects of its creation.