The mage stared into the empty air. His mystical senses could detect no signs of scrying nor the presence of lingering spirits. But he knew someone was out there.

He’d seen them out of the corner of his eye the moment he cast the Truesight spell. A hole opened in the air, and he saw a figure sitting on a black throne, holding a strange device staring at him.

Now it was gone as though it had never been. The mage stood and pondered, unwilling to move on.

Elsewhere, Elliot thumped his PC and cursed. The game had crashed again.

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