The man stood on earth and the god amongst the clouds, and yet their conversation was eye-to-eye. Something passed between them and they knew the talking was done, no human eye would capture the moment they moved. A bright light streaked downward, and a black flame jetted upward. Unseen on the sideline, Death smiled at the clash. No matter what, he would leave with a powerful soul for the depths of the underworld
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The Broken Circle
FantasyThis is the world in the time of the gods. The ancient ones rule the earth from their thrones across land, callous in their judgement. It is a time when they have grown comfortable in their power and dominion. Magic belongs to them alone and they wi...
