Scott Buckley · Intervention (CC-BY) The dreams won’t stop.I can still taste the blood on the air, sharp and metallic. Hear the crackle of radiant magicks burning against my skin. Feel the sudden, violent pull of my soul, bound into that accursed magic circle they forced me into. I remember the moment I tried to…
“The fate of the world rests in your hands—will you rise to the challenge, or will the light itself betray you?”
