Ceylon Island, Om City, the Om family.
The Magefoe apprentice who watched over the family members' soul crystals stared blankly at twenty-three crystals shattering one after another, his face slack with panic. He scrambled on hands and knees into the full-fledged Mages' council hall, dropped to the floor with a thud, and said in a shaking voice, "My Lords, every family member in Keyin City is dead. It's the traitors—they're here!"
"Useless wretch, what are you panicking about? Get out!" one full-fledged Mage roared, furious. His spiritual power scooped up the apprentice and flung him through the door. Then he turned to one of the Mages seated at the head of the hall. "Lord Cook, this is a provocation from the traitors. We have to strike back!"