Chapter 36
The elders at the Yshari Sanctum sat in their large auditorium, staring each other down as a new student remained silent in the midst of them. News had reached them of what had happened concerning the Evils of Hell. The Prime Evils had been defeated by one of their own, Isendra, but now the news was that the remaining Lesser Evils were also defeated. Belial. Azmodan. And even the angel Malthael.
None of them were surprised at whose hands it was that had defeated them. It was Li-Ming. The legendary renegade wizard. She was haughty. Mean. Ambitious. And Unpredictable. Yet, they had all predicted this. She had saved the world from the most powerful threat it had ever seen.
Even so, they were no fools. One didn't become an elder at the Yshari Sanctum by being stupid or naive. Even with the Prime Evils and the Lesser Evils defeated, Hell still had demons and weapons in its arsenal. They couldn't rest easy. They never could. Evil would always be out there.
And now it was up to the students at the Yshari Sanctum to protect the world. Word from the outside world was that Li-Ming and her comrades had been taken away. Taken to another world by a mystical power known as the Hearthstone. Though every Yshari Sanctum elder had heard of it and knew the theories about it, no one actually knew exactly what it was. It was believed to be a power for the forces of good, but that was only speculation. Regardless, Li-Ming and her allies were gone. The world's safety was now in the hands of people like Fan-Min. Fan-Huang. Kazur Tol. It was in the hands of the new students. The new barbarians. Paladins. Crusaders. Amazons. Necromancers. And anyone else brave enough to stand up to evil.
Evil would always be there. They knew that. But good would always be there too. Even when it was hard to spot. Like a single firefly in the blackness of night. It was still there. And that good would protect the world from the darkness. From the evil. That good would always be there. Or so they hoped.