A surge of darkness came from Scarlett, flaring out and into the room and throwing everyone back. When it had receded, the mirror gate was glowing and Alaric was gone. “What the fuck?” Razik demanded, moving closer to the mirror. Orvyn was chuckling softly. “Foolish girl,” he chided. “He had already Marked the mirror. All he needed was some of your Chaos. Achaz comes.”
