Felix was left with a horrific horizon of flames and smoke. Within minutes, building began to fall, and just outside the city walls, he could see small figures running across the grassing plains. But, one after another, they were struck down but shards of steel, or balls of energy that pierced their bodies with ease. A familiar man stood near the south entrance of the town, and scanned the surroundings carefully, until he noticed Felix, standing on top of a nearby hill. He glared the the boy momentarily and smiled, holding up the decapitated head of a dwarf. It wasn't Lorges, or Durwith, but from so far away, Felix might have not been able to tell, regardless. [hr] The smoldering remains of the tavern brought upon a strange sensation in Prisma's core. The remaining husk of the strange masked man revealed little more than a pair of legs, standing firmly braced against a pair of wood planks. Prisma's entire upper half was gone. But just above his waistline, a perfectly black orb of steel floated in place, with a pair of white slits glaring up at the revealed sky. Prisma's body began to reform around the sphere as it was pushed up by a stream of silver liquid. Within moments, he was back to normal, but Felix was gone. It didn't matter though, he knew where the boy had gone. [b]"My my, and I didn't even get a chance to.."[/b] [b]"My my, and I didn't even get a chance to.."[/b] [b]"My my, and I didn't even get a chance to.."[/b] [b]"My my, and I didn't even get a chance to.."[/b] [b]"My my, and I didn't even get a chance to.."[/b] Prisma's clones all spoke in unison, wherever they might have been in Farndale. He paused and his expressions, across the spectrum of his form, were filled with shock. Something had forced him into one pattern of thought for a moment, but it didn't last. [hr] Prisma's look of shock disappeared, and she dropped the dwarf's head before heading back into the city, and left Felix to gaze upon the results of his work. Farndale was no more. [hr] [center][h1]~ End Of Chapter 1~[/h1][/center]