“I doubt Chyrassk is dead, Grazen,” she said. She lowered a hand toward the floor, and a tendril of mist reached up to embrace it. “It is difficult to kill a child of Xoriat, and Daine lacks the knowledge such a task would require. But its power is broken for the moment. With its tools destroyed and its chief agent slain, I imagine that it will be some time before Chyrassk shows itself again.”
“You aren’t concerned?” Grazen was visibly relieved.
“Not at all. Chyrassk served its purpose-as have my friends in the House of Cannith. The only issue is Flamewind and whether they will make sense of her riddles before it is too late.”
“Why haven’t you eliminated the sphinx, if she poses a threat?”
Green eyes gleamed in the shadows, and for a moment Grazen thought he had overstepped his bounds. But the lady answered. “Until I know what power Flamewind serves, direct action is unwise. But I am not concerned. Everything goes according to my plans. Lei has been driven from her house. Jode is dead. Pierce is beginning to awaken to his true potential. And Daine …” The dark mist swirled around her feet as she smiled. “The game has been in motion for longer than you can imagine, Grazen. Now the endgame begins. Keep an eye on Daine and his companions. Soon it will be time to put them into play.”
She dismissed him with a gesture, and Grazen left the room, running from the shadows and searching for the light.