Allanon stood alone on the shore, staring silently. He did not move as the waters went still again. He stayed motionless as the darkness faded and the sun crested the Dragon’s Teeth. One hand clutched the Black Elfstone tightly within his dark robes. His eyes were hard and steady.
When the sun had risen completely into the morning sky and the last of the shadows had been chased from the valley, he turned and walked away.