To begin with, Lance was quite an attractive and charismatic mage in the Ender world. However, despite his seemingly good qualities, the young brunette was pretty selfish and was blind to everything, noticing only himself in a sense...

Dragon Spire, the current common castle of the Ender Lords, who were in a small reconciliation. Along the corridors one could sometimes hear a quiet echo from the footsteps of either servants or the Lords themselves. Everyone was resting as expected on this calm day, except for the Void Lord himself.

Lance sat quietly at a table in the library, which was rarely visited by anyone except him. Darkness crawled around the corners of the room full of bookshelves with books of spells and stories at times. The only thing that served as a source of light for the mage was a candle on the table, on which there was real chaos.

Holding a pencil in his gloved right hand, brought up to the smeared sheets, Lance sighed loudly and lowered his head. The look of the lord’s very tired eyes quickly scanned the area, measuring his thoughts and feelings that simply weren’t there. In his dark eyes one could read almost nothing except constant fatigue and emptiness.