The king of the Northern Kingdom sat on his throne, propping his chin up with his left hand.
As a group of eccentric-looking mage elders entered the throne room, where he was deep in discussion with his right and left generals.
"This better be good!" the king retorted, eyeing the elders who had come to visit him, as he waved his hands to his general signalling for the to leave the room.
"Your Majesty, I have come to report on the task you assigned to us," one of the elders said.
"Yes, what is the progress?" the king asked, impatience evident in his voice.
"There have been no disturbances in space since that day, and we did everything we could to pinpoint the location of the tear with the lingering aura," the elder continued, his tone somber.