Outside, in Eboncrypt, everything was still and silent. The moon fought with the clouds to shine its gentle light down on them, partially illuminating the grounds and the occasional Magus that moved now and then.
But suddenly, a new group of Magus came forward. Their faces were covered in hoods and they moved quickly as they walked towards the tallest tower, a long wooden chest carried between them.
They placed it down and opened it, whispering among each other as, one after the other, the five of them dipped their hands into the chest and straightened with some strange instruments in their hands.
It looked like a tablet made of metal, flat and shiny, the surface covered in glowing symbols.
They raised it above their heads and shouted out a spell.
For an instant nothing happened. That single moment of calm before the storm hung for what felt like hours even as it was just a second.
Then everything exploded.
