Three years had passed in Calithar's world, though for him it felt like an eternity carved out of suffering. Time had stretched and folded in the forsaken void where Xavriel had sealed him; an in–between place, neither part of his world nor the human realm.
A barren chasm of shadows and choking magic, meant to suppress him slowly rather than kill him outright. The barrier was meant to weaken him and restrict his movement to only the void while also suppressing his powers.
While in that abyssal void, his mind never had a minute of rest. He had wondered countless times why Xavriel had decided to come at that very moment. It was too specific to be ignored as a mere rebellion.
Even with his absence, his kingdom moved on without him… or tried to.
During those years, the elders of the High Court took control, scrambling desperately to maintain order.
