The creature known as the Minion looked over the texts in front of it. So much had changed in the years it has been imprisoned. Margrave was dead, so there was no need to punish her for her failures. The priest who had imprisoned it was also gone. There was no revenge to take.

Humans had come far. The wounded man forced to see its rebirth had a fine magical blade crafted by human hands. The Minion was curious what other magics had been unearthed in the short years. It would tour this new present before setting its masters' plans in order.