Song of the Dead

"Didn't you hear what I just said? The Eye of Fear!" Now it was Osvid's turn to be astonished. He had said so much just now—had Chalanona not taken in a single word?

"Wasn't that fake news you made up to get Solam to leave Athkatla?" Chalanona was equally startled. She had thought all along that Osvid had fabricated the earlier news. It was not entirely her fault; though she too was a legendary mage, Chalanona's sources of information simply could not compare to Osvid's.

Osvid was a native through and through. The mages of his lineage had been rooted in Athkatla for who knew how long, and naturally possessed extraordinary foundations. In fact, Chalanona had only just learned that Solam possessed the Holy Avenger.

Hearing that, Osvid could only shake his head with a bitter smile. "I'm several hundred years old, at least. How could I possibly lie in front of a child? I really did receive word that the Church of Fear knows the whereabouts of the Holy Avenger, and that the Eye of Fear has truly been deployed."

Yet the moment Osvid finished speaking, Chalanona vanished with a Teleport, not even asking where he had gotten the information.

Seeing this, Osvid could only shake his head again. "Honestly, that woman is even older than I am. Why is she still so impulsive?"

After saying that, Osvid stopped worrying about Chalanona and instead spoke to the air. "Tower spirit, isolate the entire mage tower."

As soon as he spoke, a mechanical synthesized voice replied, "Understood! Activating maximum defensive measures. Sealing the mage tower."

After a strange ripple passed through the air, the entire room fell silent once more.

Osvid sat in his chair, stroking his beard as he pondered for a long while, seemingly weighing something. About three