Malystryx lifted her enormous head and stared hard at the skull totem, at the white skulls of blue dragons piled on top of the skulls of silver dragons; at the skulls of red dragons lying atop of the skulls of gold dragons.
From out the empty eye sockets of all the dead dragons, eyes, living eyes, stared back at Malystryx.
Sleep. Forever sleep.
In the Tower of High Sorcery, Galdar waited for Mina, but she didn’t return. At last, worried about her, not trusting this place or the wizards who inhabitated it, he went in search of her.
He found her in the old laboratory.
Mina sat huddled on the floor beside the body of an old, old woman. Galdar approached, spoke to her. Mina did not look up. Bending down, Galdar saw that the old woman was dead.
Galdar lifted Mina, put his good strong right arm around her, and led her from the chamber.
The light of the dragons faded.
The laboratory was once more shrouded in darkness.