Emanx was lurking. He had taken a liking to lurking, since being thrown to the farthest corner of darkness had allowed him to do little else but sit in the shadows. He had waited months, regaining himself and recollecting what power he could, but his time for waiting was over. He was ready to move again, to
be again.
The cold stone of the old cathedral reminded him of his own citadel, though the power that had been imbued in those walls was not present here. He would have been inclined to say he missed their world, if he were capable of missing things. Bah! Their- no-
his world was of no matter now. He had more important matters to address at the moment.
His feet carried him out of the shadows of the pillars into the faint light that filtered through the dust moats and long uncleaned windows. His amber gaze surveyed the two familiar face, though he couldn't help the twinge of what could be disappointment when he only found two. He had been certain more would have answered his call, but there was always a possibility that they were still trapped in the darkness. He was, however, pleased that their little Key Bearer was free and roaming, even if she couldn't remember herself at time.
"It is no matter, Myxed," he said, his voice as even as it had always been, as he strode to the center of the chamber.
"She will come in time. They all will." Of that much, he was certain.