They didn’t have to wait too long for the Grand Warlock’s reply. Before the next day had rolled to a close, Marzenon sent an ethereal messenger, bearing his response. It was a sexless creature clothed entirely in bright white light which almost dazzled the eyes if one stared at it directly.
“Greetings humans. I am the imperial light and I bear the precious reply of my master, Grand Warlock Marzenon Invictus.”
Emily carefully approached it while the royal guards stood nearby with their weapons drawn.
“I am Queen Emily, the ruler of Valenwood. I give you permission to speak.”
A faint laughter resonated from the messenger’s ethereal face as it replied, “I do not need your permission to speak, little elf.” It raised its right arm with an air of arrogance and proclaimed aloud, “Rejoice and
