Falling back into a chair, alone in his apartment, heart sinking in grief, the Headmaster covers his eyes with his hands. He saw too much. Having watched W and Gyre annihilate each other, he knows there will not be another chance for his forces to get so close to Her in this generation.
He carefully cleans his scrying mirror, preps it for use, and spends the entire afternoon and evening in focused concentration. Before midnight he glimpses another time and place where dharma will be weak enough to make the next attempt. The Headmaster does not hesitate, before the reading can change, and knowing the threads of events cross and uncross unpredictably, in one leap, he enters the mirror. A few moments later the glassy, reflecting surface evaporates.
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