“How did you do this?” Venom laced the king’s words. “Why couldn’t I sense you? I should have…I should have been able to see through your glamour.”
Syndra leaned across the desk, placing her face mere inches away from the dark elf as he struggled against the invisible bonds.
“Power,” she whispered. “Your pure, unadulterated lust for power has been your downfall at last, you miserable excuse for an elfin king.
You see, I wasn’t lying to you, Lorsan. Vyshaan really did give me the key to deciphering the book, and it really does take someone who doesn’t want to use the book for evil. When your Chosen and her dark elves took us by surprise, they probably would have gotten the better of us, but Vyshaan…well let’s just say he knew which side he had a better chance with, and it wasn’t yours.”
