Iban coughed up blood. His eyes widened in shock, and he dropped the staff, which ceased to emit the dark aura. The aspiring Dark Lord's eyes went blank, and he collapsed, dead, onto the cold stone ground.
"It's over," panted Saren, and Kaisen and Kalda quickly joined him.
Kaisen looked down at the corpse. "He could have been great, if he hadn't become so evil."
Saren scoffed. "I say good riddance. The good thing is that no one will ever have to see this fool again." He turned to the well. "We need to get going anyway."
Kaisen nodded. He and Kalda walked over to the Well. It was empty, and they couldn't see the bottom. The empty void, they knew, would lead them to Isafdar, the place they had sought for so long.
They heard sobbing from behind them. They turned to look, and they saw the witch huddled over the body of Iban, muttering to herself.
"What's with her?" asked Kalda.
"Never mind, it's none of our concern," Saren replied. "I'll go first." He leapt into the Well and vanished.
Kalda was next. She followed Saren.
Kaisen warmed the dragon egg to prepare for whatever may be on the other side, and he looked once again at the witch. He had a bad feeling about it, but he dismissed his fears. He jumped into the Well of Voyage, and entered the elven realm.
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