However, one thing blinding flashes of light tend to do is attract attention. And this particular flash of light attracted, quite unfortunatly, the worst possible attention for this situation- the one and only Lord Mallix.
And, while Lord Mallix was interested in this light, he was even more interested in the two creatures brought here by it. He was so interested he was leaning in watching the magic crystal ball in the highest tower of what remained of his castle after his regular castle-blowing-up fits.
"Hohaha!" he boomed (not laughed. He actually said 'Hohaha!'), "What Have We Here? Two Pathetic Little Creatures, Transported Here By One Of My Time Warps? BILL!" He shouted, louder then even his previous statement. Out of the shadows, a generic-looking guy stepped out, wearing a t-shirt with a witty statement about it's owner's sanity cheaply printed on it.
"Yes, sire?" he said in a meek tone, "What is your will?"
"I Want You To Go Fetch Those Pitiful Weaklings That Warped Into The Half-Gone Moor. I Have Decided I Will Have Fun Slowly Cutting Them Into Peices With My Paper Cutter."
"Yes, sir," Bill gulped, looking up at Mallix (who is a full 2 feet higher then Bill.)
"And Stop That Sniveling! Or I Will Stop You!"
"Y-y-y-yes s-s-sir!" Bill stuttered, then ran out.
"My Minions Are So Pitiful They Aren't Worthy Of Pity. Not That I Pity Anyone Anyway." Mallix (still!) boomed, but in a disgusted voice. "Oh Well. I Think I'll Take My Mind Off Of It... I'm Sure This Castle Can Survive Having A Few More Holes." Mallix smiled cruely, then went off to blow more of his castle into nothingness.