Page 113 of Path of the Dark
The door creaked open, and the High Enchanter of Veldoras entered. Dressed in flowing white, Mysandra held a wooden box in her arms. Catching Elias’s eye, she smiled. “Good to see you awake.”
“Did you find the papers?” Nathan asked.
The High Enchanter nodded. “And the key … it’s all in here.”
Elias frowned. “What is?”
“The formula Gael used to be able to safely wield Stynix,” Nathan replied, his expression hardening. “We can’t let anyone use it again. It needs to be destroyed … and we all need to witness it.”
Mysandra placed the box on the table at the foot of the bed and inserted a small iron key. Reaching inside, she withdrew a thick sheaf of parchment leaves. Some were yellowed with age, and others fresh. “Gael found these under the ruins of Dûn Maras,” she explained. “And then he translated them.”
“Burn the lot,” Nathan instructed.
Mysandra hesitated, her gaze shifting to Ninia and then Elias. “Are all three of you in agreement?”
Ninia nodded. “Aye … Nathan’s right. Such knowledge will always fall into the wrong hands.”
“I agree,” Elias murmured. “Burn them.”
The High Enchanter moved over to where a fire smoldered in the hearth at the far end of the room. It was a warm afternoon, but the stone keep remained cool all year round. Wordlessly, she cast the sheaf of parchment onto the glowing coals.
All four of them looked on as Valgarth’s legacy went up in a whoosh of flame.
