As the last trophy tainted with the Triangular Plane's aura was discarded, a brief silence descended upon the battlefield.
The Wizard army and the two Seventh Level Wizards stood in place, gazing at the mountain of spoils before them, their expressions somewhat bewildered and dazed.
The rewards that once symbolized victory had now transformed into an ominous heap of garbage. This rapid reversal from ecstasy to horror required even the well-informed wizards some time to digest this astonishing change.
Only Dixon, through his perception of destiny, confirmed that the ominous cloud of misfortune rapidly descending upon the army had dissipated, and the thread of fate had returned to a steady, even slightly upward trajectory, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He immediately communicated his recent discoveries and deductions through the Soul Link with Obelus and Melisande, who was far away on the Ship Plane.
