The doors swung open as high priest tėthaløn strode into the room, following him came his right hand man grygon. "You called," tėthaløn spoke with a confident accent. "yes," said a voice coming from a shadowy figure, tėthaløn was un-familiar with him. He paused "I'm sorry do I know you?" "more than you can imagine..." He turned round slowly. "no... Not you" tėthaløn muttered. Soon after a bolt of black lightning sprouted from the figures finger tips. Tėthaløn keeled over hitting the floor with a thud and sending grygon running more lightning and more blood...