Jerome blinked. Once. Twice. He looked around in disbelief. He was in a lush office and the man in red was sitting there. Jerome tried to use his powers, but failed. What is this place?
"It's my office. It restrains magic of course. I only use my dark arts outside of here. Here, we can talk like... Normal people." Intoned the man in red. Before him, stepped out a men in a black suit covered in blood.
"Losen up our captives, will you, LINCBELL"
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THE YEARS IN THE DARK AGE
General FictionJeff has to many responsibilities in life.And they pile up more when he becomes a light caster.Can he live in the illusion and survive?
