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The result could not have been more devastating. His spells and ours tangled, and combined into something to this day I do not want to dwell on. The crystal was shattered in a huge flare of magical energy. The shards separated, multiplied. Two colors now, dark and light. The light spread outward, destroying anything that was in their path, rampant magic that ripped apart reality in its passing. The dark gathered into several larger crystals, their inherent power for control drawing them to each other.

Into the large the Necromancer was..pulled. His soul was ripped from his body and drawn into the crystal, which then fled as the Light Crystals had. Into each of the Dark Crystals one of my fellows were drawn. I expect that I live today only because the crystals numbered one less than us.

The Dark and Light Crystals were scattered everywhere. The Light eventually became one with the planet, while the dark were scattered far and wide, beacons that drew in all things evil to them. The world was changed, continents shifting. For two hundred years total chaos reigned, until the world settled and the nations of present day came into being. The Light Crystals are now called Prisms by the mages of this era. Each with a unique power, and coming from the planet itself. The Dark are scattered and forgotten, but I still sense them in the world, moving the hands of the orc, trolls, and the ogres. The Great War is not over, in truth; it is merely waiting.