Empress Foleil sat the Twilight Throne and gazed into the surface of the artefact. The mirror was silent until she said the invocation. Upon completion, silent lightning crawled across its surface and a baleful face appeared.
"The Empress of Kiervaar, what an honor." He smiled.
"Return my daughter or I'll unleash annihilation upon you, Baratoum. You have 72 hours."
"Straight to business, then. A sober threat. You live up to your legend. My mother tells me it was your ruthless subversion of the Shining Force that snatched victory from defeat."
"Mark the time. I may be unable to locate her, but I can find you, princeling. I imagine your location would be of interest to Almecca."
He barked a laugh. "I'm curious if you can, Empress. Let's find out. I'll speak to you again when your ominous deadline expires."
The mirror went opaque. Foleil placed her chin on her palm. After several moments, she spoke to her herald, Semeron Dain. "Send in Qowl. He is going to wake the dead for me."