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Syndra didn't mind Zed’s absence, he was a busy man after all. Being the leader of the Order of Shadow was to be expected. He even had his own apprentice to train. Yet, the Dark Sovereign couldn't help but feel a bit lonesome in her floating temple.
Minutes ticked by very slowly when she was alone. She would occasionally practice her sinister magic or meditate like her ninja had suggested but she despised it. Syndra was an all powerful mage in her eyes— practice was redundant. It even made her angry. Angry to the point she would unintentionally burst a vase or two.
But when Zed did appear, she was happy again. Although, she rarely expressed that to him.