Archai turned to the covered mirror above the dresser and pulled off the sheet he had hung over the glass. “Apparently, my words hit you like water on stone. I think it’s time we call on Dy’Mün.”
A light sparked in Ella’s eyes at the mention of the Elder’s name. Of course! Why was she bothering with the Sapient when she could go straight to an Elder? Maybe he’d be more willing to help.
“Damn you!” a voice cried out, coming from behind, before, and beside. “You insolent imbecile!”
Ella jumped back in surprise but couldn’t withhold her laugh of joy when, within the glass of the mirror, Professor Dy’Mün’s face materialized. He was the same as the last time she’d seen him. His face was wrinkled with age and wisdom that could only be seen in a true Elder. His eyes were green and unusually so
