(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

illuminate his way. Ignus floated... or tried to. Was he even moving in this
void?
He extended his aura, letting a few flames flicker out from his fingertips.
They touched nothing. There was nothing that he could see.
And yet... if he listened quietly, he could feel the hum of the Art ringing
through the shadows.
“Great power is here..”. he murmured in wonder. Nothing should've been
more powerful than the flames.
A point of movement flicked in the corner of his vision, and he turned. It was
moving towards him, a raggedy thing of twisted shapes and warped lines.
Yet reality seemed to ripple in its wake, its form screamed with the same
sound of the Art that echoed through the void. For the first time in his new
existence, Ignus didn't ponder on how well this thing would burn.
, the creature said, its voice resonating like a
gong, “ .”
Slowly realization dawned on the mage, and a grin cracked his face. Ignus
threw his head back, body rattling in his cloak of fire. His shrieking laughter
stabbed through the emptiness.
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The cold, empty halls gave a grim welcome. I walked warily, hands in front of
me as my eyes readjusted. Minutes passed by in a slow trickle, and in
scattered fragments the architecture revealed itself to me.
Multifaceted globes of muddy crystal seemed to draw in the tiniest amount
of light and hold it prisoner. Circular pools ringed with fangs swirled with
dead, milky smoke that shed some small glow. Beneath my feet the cobbles
ached with each step, and by the distant crooning I knew the shadows were
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