Blackmist had felt a fluctuation in the plane as he was meditating in his study a new entity had traveled into the realm as the Prophecy declared it would have it had been about a few billion years but Blackmist had waited for a worthy being and this one seemed to have potential.

It was in pain and was on the plane of existence that Blackmist had taken refuge on as the War of the other Gods that has been taking place for years and years since Blackmist had fled the plane of which he had originated.

He opened his eyes and took a rasped breath as he looked around the study he lit a small wax candle as he stood up from his small cot and he went over to a shelf where he grabbed his wand and a pouch of spell components.

He turned to a small red wood table which had his sword laying upon it it glowed white and his Dark wood quarter staff which leaned against the table.

As he prepared his items he began preparing to remeber the incantations for a teleportation spell.

As he finished reciting the words in his mind he spoke them aloud and as quick as a flash of lightning he disappeared to wherever he had sensed the presence that appeared on the plane.