No one can perceive his traces. Even beings as divine as the Divine King cannot, and this is a well-verified conclusion.
Standing amidst the complete ruins, Akelaus sighed deeply.
It's over... Everything is over.
"The White Tower will be destroyed... I witnessed its inception with my own eyes, and I shall leave with the knowledge of the old White Tower, then witness its collapse firsthand."
"Do you know, wizards of the Third Age? Over the past thousand years, we seemed to be making continuous progress on the path of witchcraft, but in truth, we have been constrained since long ago."
"Silver Moon City, the Divine Kingdom, the source of faith."
"The first witchcraft originated here, offering protection to our frail selves... But wizards, as we became powerful, it in turn became a cage that confined us."
"Souls, life, years, destiny... These things they deem sacred are merely the reflections of truth scattered across the Mortal Realm."
