Yes, I could scent the mundane kinship between us.
I wanted to laugh, then.
This one-he'd shown his weakness.
Holding out a hand, I separated the particles of his body. No warlock's spell could defeat the power I held. I felt the sadness of it, however-that the drug had interfered and altered the timeline to prevent this warlock's daughter from being born.
A handwritten book and another small object remained after the body disappeared. I would leave them there; they would be dealt with-for good or bad-in the future.
Instead, I focused on settling the body I'd brought with me inside the elaborate box-the body I'd placed in stasis to preserve it until the proper time arrived. Closing the coffin lid, I sealed it with a spell similar to the original.
Someday, it would be opened.
Most fortunate it was that I could Change What Was, no matter the circumstance.
Most fortunate, indeed.
The End