The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Astral Wind
The Gate Core glittered like a drop of morning dew, glowing with inner light. Millions of strands of mana, unseen to any eyes but my own, leaped from it like twine, binding the very fabric of the gate together. I could feel it coursing through the miniature world, shoring up the dimensional walls and driving it toward Enusia. With the gate commander dead, the core was like the helm of a ship without its master, waiting for me to take its power for my own.
But I couldn't, not directly at least, or the infernal taint would corrupt and break my fragile soul apart. That was where the elemental spirit came in. At my nod, it broke into snowflakes once more, collapsing like a pillar of shining salt. The miniature storm swirled around me like a personal typhoon, the spirit's mana sheathing my soul like a cloak. I could feel it all pulsing with my heartbeat, the soul bond a thousand times more intimate and intense than Fable's had ever been.