Numair Salmalin stared at the one spell that would save the lives of so many in Tortall but would take his own. He had already written a note to his beloved wife Daine and their four children. He had put that note in the castle that Daine and he had been given by King Jonathan of Tortall. A single tear streaked his cheek. The war that was raging between Tortall and Scanra would not end until he cast this spell. I must begin, he told himself silently. He said those words those seven words. "Gronda Mallina Storllam ha sante Scanra," he began, "Distontrat!"

Black light swirled around the room. Numair felt his soul being pulled from his body. "Goodbye my love," he said wishing Daine could here him, "I love you my children" and with that he died. Numair's body fell to the ground.