Everything I’ve done these last several years, from the burning of the Daravi Camp to the theft of the chalice… Everything has been leading up to this one strike against the order. And little do they realize they will be the instrument of their own demise. So little I’ve had to do to see my plan come to fruition.
However even I could not predict what would happen before my final act could take stage. Not that I am complaining, oh far from it infact. The acts of some mage has only reinforced the stage for my act, strengthened the insecurities floating through this city.
When the curtains rise in four days time, my fellow mages shall learn that true power is not determined via sheer strength or skill of magic, but by how well you can control the minds of others without them even knowing.