Purple flames erupted from nowhere, filling a stone podium engraved in the strangest of signs with its light and heat.
The moment the rock felt the aura emitting from the flames, it immediately glowed a bright red. The light spread throughout the podium's engraved signs—into the extending trenches that branched out and touched every one of the ten pillars surrounding it. The moment the stone pillars were hit by the light, they creaked in protest, the marks on them lighting up at once.
Amidst all the chaos, the purple flames disappeared, and in their stead was now a wizard dressed in a black suit and coat.
His hair was ruffled, eyes puffy from lack of proper sleep and he stank of rotten disposed food from sleeping in a dumpster for an entire three weeks—a rather peculiar sight to witness him like this for he was a clean freak—but he couldn't care less tonight.
He had important news to deliver.
