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leaked out around the fingers of his hand and he released his clenched fist.  He watched as hundreds of tiny specks of light exploded out into the air. Some bounced off the stone of the walls, floor, or support columns, but came to a halt shortly after bouncing. Others slowed to a stop, having found a place where it could shed its light unhindered. The spell was a modification of his original light spell, and it was exceptionally good at blanketing a room with even lighting. Now that it was designed to perform in this manner, the spell worked much better than when he had first accidentally cast it; and the hundreds of specks each gleamed more brightly than when they had originally been created.
                          Some of the masons had come and repaired the damage that Endrance's battle had done to the floor, but there were still scorch marks and lightning scarring on the walls and ceiling. One of the eight pillars had been defaced, an outer layer of stone chipped off roughly. Four pillars on either side of the main hall and the right pillar closest to the throne looked like they had taken chisels to it.
                          Endrance kicked a stone chip out of the way as he approached the throne. The back had not been repaired and remained snapped off where the king had collided with it during their battle. Only a small triangle of stone remained in one corner where the stone had not broken evenly.
                          Nearby was the spot where Anna had died. The blood had since been cleaned away, Kalenden’s corpse burned, and the dead Draugnoa given to her family who would finally be able to bury her. The sword Kalenden left behind had been set on the ground near the throne; no one wanted to have anything to do with the weapon of someone struck from the mountain.
                          Anna’s family had received the body with dry-eyed gratitude, but none of them mourned for her. To them, she had died many months before, when she had been ‘sacrificed’ to him as an appeasement. Though the family had accepted she was dead long before, they were glad her body had finally made its way back to them so they could give it proper treatment.
                          Endrance sighed and sat upon the broken throne. He held his head in his hands, so tired of the ache in his chest. Since the day he returned Anna’s body to them, his heart had felt broken. How many more times would he feel this pain of loss? Three more times? Thirty? Three hundred?
                          With the lifespan that comes from having great magical energy, he would see quite a few people grow old and die, if they even lived that long. It was no small wonder his master, Kaelob, was considered a crackpot. He was over eight hundred years old and had been around since the beginning of Ironsoul. He'd mentioned a few times how much more harsh life had been before the kingdoms were united.
                          Sitting on the throne, Endrance felt that niggling worm of instinct in the back of his mind. He had accidentally captured the sum of the king's spellcasting experience, making Endrance almost instantaneously quite well read in demonology and summoning. He had kept the information locked away inside his head, in an imagined library inside his mind where he sorted all his memories and knowledge.
                          Capturing spell knowledge wasn't all that was gained from the king. He had also gotten a few surface memories, impressions, and worst of all, the man left behind an imprint of his instincts. While other imprints had faded completely with time, Kalenden's ego had been very strong and had faded very little in the month since that battle. Endrance had to keep pushing it down, or else it would influence his actions.
                          That instinct was urging