The fire ball disappeared into a golden mist at the wave of the figure's hand. He stands up from the table, only to reveal the table had never been there at all. There was no table in this place, nor were there matching chairs. Odd.

[b][color=black]"Calm yourself. It is not your time... yet,"[/color][/b] the figure crows, walking towards you with a book floating beside him. You see the side of the book read "Demonic Scythe", so you can only guess it's a spell tome, made for casting spells to no end, however, it seems like it's only beside this figure in case you attempt to assault him. [b][color=black]"You are one of only three people to ever arrive here to speak with me, and as such, I congratulate you. Most go crazy when they so much as hold the tome which your physical hands touch."[/color][/b]