Cultists. Facestealers. Eldritch abominations from beyond the realms of reality. When an old magical tome begins issuing commands via its dusty pages, Alexis doesn't expect obedience to land him face-to-face with such dangers. But now he's leagues from home, fleeing angered dragons, dodging horrors from forgotten crypts, and being conscripted into some strange X-Files-like organization called the "Shining Blades." At least he's befriended a giant talking cat for conversation. Now if she could only hold a train of thought for more than two seconds. Sanity never looked so good. ---------- Sign up for my Patreon for early access to new chapters! https://www.patreon.com/nathanf
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