MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
A skeleton was draped over the back of the throne, leering down; and where Zutar sat, the stone was littered with small, white hairs. It smelled faintly of deer, as if someone else lived here, now; someone else who sat here day by day.
They were not here; and as she cast out her magic, the current scene slipped away.
Figures in the dark--barely-glimpsed, barely more than silhouettes--were trekking past. Small, squat things, misshapen and grumbling. There was a grinding, and they dragged something behind them.
Somewhere in the distance, Zutar could hear the clanging of tools on stone, and hear a bellowing voice: "Get back to work!"
@Zutar