Solace, formerly known as Gredge in the life of his voidal-mage era, wandered the streets of Lurin as he finished preparing his new house to be a business. In the times of what he called his new life he rarely had flashbacks of what once was, but when they came, it was impossible to escape. He was never sure when or where they'd attack him, but his past always haunted him and 'pon seeing a poster, or hearing the name spoken, Sarrion wracked his mind. In the days of Axios when the Enchantry still flew high above and its access, limited only by a small portal-door, was novel, Solace was but a young aspiring mage. With only the dead art of telekinesis under his belt, Sarrion opened the doors to the novice and gave him one of many stepping stones to cementing his reality as it currently was. Even in the times now when Solace despised the void, he knew deep down that the material realm had once more lost one of the most genuine voidal-magi known to exist.
"While in this life I may have made you my enemy, the past that still follows makes me feel as though I am sorry to see you go. I will see you in the afterlife- and perhaps we can once again chat about what it means to be a mage."
After the brief and mind-numbing experience, Solace moved along, the memories fading from him once more.
Dael'ran, Former Ascended and less-than-current Voidal mage, stood on the outreaches of a distant land. Perhaps months, or years, in the future from when Sarrion actually passed, he'd get word of the Descendants land in a small note. Somewhere amongst the news he'd hear of his passing, anguish flooding the ancient mans face.
"One day- when the void eats us all- it won't have mattered, but I am sorry to say I never gave a farewell to you. A guide to us all, truly one of the few people I'd consider to have truly taken on the namesake of Sorcerer, Mage, and Scholar. Aos and Eos will not be the same without your guiding hand."