Dettomorian quietly stared at the door of the warehouse through which the three visitors had disappeared.0

‘The wish has already been fulfilled,’ he thought.0

Dettomorian knew that his long-offered ritual had achieved something, and that it had been fulfilled. 0

He had offered up this ritual in hopes of peace, but even he did not know if it had truly reached a power capable of bringing peace.  0

Even if peace would be the ultimate conclusion, the process could not be a peaceful one.  0

If it had touched a dark power, peace would come through a dark process.  0

If it had touched a benevolent power, peace would come through a benevolent process.  0

But if the wish was weak and had reached a weak power, it would not be able to bring about peace.0

There was no way for the sorcerer to know the process or the conclusion. A sorcerer simply offered rituals and performed ceremonies, hoping for something, as all sorcerers had done since ancient times.  0

Dettomorian recalled the abyss he had sensed within Ellen Artorius.  0

How could he be sure that it was not a calamity created by the influence of this wish?  0

It was entirely possible that the influence of this wish had circled around and settled upon the hero.0

It was impossible to...0