A behemoth of stone remained sitting upon his Throne, arms resting against his knees. He breathed out, a blue-green smog flowed out of him as he stared at the other side of his cavern. A new soul had joined the realm of the dead.
"We can sense you, Sarrion. You brought anger to us when we lived... but it seems you now join us in death." Zarith, Lord of Wrath, moved up to his feet, wading into the waters that rested near him. Yet, in this moment, it was Xavis' memories the dozens of souls shared. They were faded and mostly forgotten, though he remembered that old mage. It was a face he would likely never forget.
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On the other side of the world, sitting before an obelisk, a different mage recalled that elderly fellow. Sulieronn Ashwood grew no smile and no frown as he heard of the death of Sarrion. With a disappointed shake of the magi's head, he muttered to himself, "And so the world loses another Archmage. What will we do now."