"Finally," Sylvathar murmured as he reclined into his seat, the dark green folds of his robe pooling around him. "Soon, I shall be fully restored... and ascend beyond even what I once was."
Across the chamber, at the far edge of the glowing outer rune circle where Sheila's divine light was still being extracted, stood Morbuan and Eliv. They remained silent, the soft hum of myst filling the air between them and their lord.
"How long until this process concludes, Morenelle?" Sylvathar asked with unbothered grace, his voice cutting gently through the ambient hum.
"Five days at most, my lord," Morenelle answered in her usual even tone, standing as still and composed as a blade on display.
"Five days..." Sylvathar echoed thoughtfully. "Will that be enough to extract everything from the girl?"
