The group stood in silence as they watched Malzahir disappear into the vast expanse of the desert, his figure growing smaller and smaller until it was swallowed up by the sand flying about, obscuring their vision.
The tension in the air was thick, each member of the group grappling with the weight of his cryptic warning. Kain's mind raced, the Threads of Destiny were telling him that he and Malzahir had a potential connection beyond even the acquaintance of his grandmother, and his instincts were screaming that he should ask for more information, and maybe even try to recruit Malzahir to their group. But they had come too far to be delayed by Kain's somewhat selfish desire to identify what made the Threads of Destiny suggest strongly that there was a huge opportunity for Kain in Malzahir.
