Throne of Bones

Silence.
That was what reigned in that huge hall shielded by darkness.
A fire crackled in the hearth and a robed figure stood in front of it, head bowed.
The hall was filled with shelves, laden with books, scrolls and what not.

But in the center of that hall, stood a table.
And on that table, stood a globe. Carved out from the Halmarz Trees, it was a magnificent sight to behold, bathed in gold.

And it was to tell what was to come.

The table began to shake and the robed figure raised its head and walked over to it. The globe began to spin at an inhuman speed and stopped abruptly, with a fierce reddish-gold glow coming from a small dot on the globe.

The robed figure smiled.

The end of Vyre had begun.