"Many things, Boen, there's only one chance..."
A voice descended from near the Dome, echoing in the empty hall, "Sadly, you missed it."
With that, the face of the young wizard, who was suffering, suddenly twisted, and he let out a shrill scream. The next moment, with a loud "boom", he exploded into a thick mist of blood, his body and soul entirely absorbed by the black iron plate in front of him.
Accompanied by a low howl similar to that of a wild dog, the black iron plate, sated with blood and flesh, flew to the top of the great hall, finally gently landing in a pale, withered hand.
The owner of the hand picked up the iron plate, seeing the repaired gap on it, and satisfactorily put the plate away.
If Ronan were present, he would have been surprised to find that this wizard, dressed in a black robe with green patterns, had a face strikingly similar to Favara.
