"THEY CHOSE Csdrel - they chose their own plan! You didn't conjure Long Spells, they did!" Galdur shouted at Arom in terrible anger. "You think they didn't double-cross me? I be in book -forever!"
Softly, Calya asked what we all wondered, "Please, what more of their Never-ending Purpose?"
"To live on!" Galdur shouted. "Blasted aDrohl gods need to die to live on! They cast their original Long Spell tormenting Three Worlds for thousands of years for one purpose only - to raise up heroes able to break it! Killing aDrohl frees everyone. But which path fulfills this test… eh? Use Dresn powerful weapon… Aendn Sword? Kill 'em, bring 'em to justice or is yer victory and Ascension won by mercy? Refuse to murder 'em for compassion's sake, to prove you be more merciful than Gwalish. Choose wrong path, torment will continue, but... choose right path; it will change everything!"
Tolus sneered, his sores flared like burning coals and the Tourmaline in his forehead glinted fiercely. "WHATEVER we do," he roared pounding his fist on the table, "we cannot give the aDrohl what they want! We shall find our own way to end their evil. They will be punished for what they have done. Mark me well! You are rising, Calya, Ascending. We do not know where this leads; but we shall go!" We scarcely breathed as his power faded. It was almost Magick.
"So, it is settled." He continued. "Nonn goes to Calaith, Door comes with me, Dithero remains here to govern, and Calya follows her path; wherever that takes her." then he added, "And this sun, she and I are escaping to for a day of romance on Isle Vaide, and none of you are coming!"
"'bout time…!" came a gruff mumble from the Book, as Galdur fluttered his pages several times and slammed shut.