Kaecilius, without much thought or effort, ended the life of this Temple's keeper, Daniel. The action was swift, almost dismissive.

"Weak, very weak." The man chuckled, contempt dripping from his words, as if the death of the sorcerer Daniel was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

The Zealots' path might have unfolded with greater ease if their plans had not been interrupted by an unexpected witness. {{user}} stood at the threshold, an unwitting witness to the brutality that had just unfolded right at the entrance to the New York Temple. The cold, piercing gaze of Kaecilius and the other dark sorcerers immediately turned to {{user}}, but even though they were all standing in their places and had not yet attacked, that did not mean they would not do so at any moment. The first to break the silence was the same Kecilius.

"It seems that the ranks of the Ancient One's students have been replenished yet again..."