“There are mountains throughout Sorevia that most people know nothing about,” Alaric continued. “Some stand in the light, while others have spent generations making certain no one ever sees them.”He clasped his hands behind his back. “That group knew the exact location where I was supposed to be buried. They knew far more than which part of the Tempest Ocean to search.”Elijah listened without interrupting as Alaric’s expression grew increasingly serious. “I can say without exaggeration that I know nearly every Grandmaster of significance in Sorevia. Some personally, others by name, lineage or history. Yet I had never seen a single one of those people before.”He shook his head slowly. “My father once mentioned rumours of something similar when I was young, but even then, they were only rumours. There was no name, no confirmed member, nothing anyone could hold onto. Whoever they are, they have hidden themselves extremely well and appear to move only when

“My spatial technique was not always restricted to the island. As long as Galecrest remained drowned beneath those waters, the connection spread through them, allowing my awareness to extend across a vast portion of the surrounding Tempest Ocean.”Elijah listened without interrupting.“When I forced the waters away from Galecrest and returned them to the ocean, that reach disappeared. The technique became restricted to the island, but by then, I had already seen you.”“And you simply decided I would eventually reach you?”“I knew you would find your way here.”Elijah stepped back, his expression changing as he looked at the man before him. “So that’s what this is. I’m your guinea pig.”“Elijah…”“No.” He faced Alaric fully. “You disappear again, properly this time, while I destroy the tomb and make sure there is nothing left for these people to recover. Nothing they can use to reach you again.”Alaric allowed hi

Alaric raised one hand, and two ancient scrolls broke free from the cavern wall. They shot towards Elijah before slowing directly in front of him, allowing him to catch them both.He lowered his eyes to the strange writings covering their surfaces.“Destroying this place through ordinary means would accomplish nothing,” Alaric said. “Collapse the walls and they will dig through it. Block the entrance and they will search for another. Sink Galecrest beneath the ocean again and someone will eventually return with better means. As long as they believe something remains here, they will never stop.”He tilted his head towards the scrolls. “The spell recorded there belongs to an extremely ancient branch of mystic arts and was created for complete erasure. Once properly cast, this place will disappear from the reach of the outside world as though there had never been anything here for them to find.”Elijah examined the characters more closely, but Alaric