— the wind —
A ghostly, hollow red glowed from deep within the cavern. It pulsed out from the abstract form of the being he had summoned. It illuminated his face, warmed his skin, beckoned him closer. But a taste of danger, of hidden secrets, was laced in the air, and he was not here to be sucked away; he was here to uncover what lay buried in the past.
"Once, I was a mighty being. I was one of the ones that tower over you," the abstract being spoke.
"You claim to be him, but I have seen him before. What are you?"
"Lies! The pure ones, they corrupted your mind! But come closer, young one, and I will show you the truth."
And he was hurtled into the past, with a clear vision of betrayal and murder, and afterwards, deceit.
"You were once a part of me. You are a speck of my true form, a piece of the whole puzzle," the being said. "But join me, help me rise, and I will grant you immeasurable power."
And in the deep, dark cavern, a deadly deal was made.
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The Warlord
خيال (فانتازيا)The most powerful kingdom of magic-wielders in the continent, Serestine, has been at war with the armies of Heaven for over a century. Finally, the queen of Serestine sends her trusted warlord into the deities' realm as an ambassador, secretly order...
