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
The fort was a small, almost unremarkable structure built into the mountain peak. The walls were short and thick, the towers raised barely a story above the parapets. Several barracks and a small keep filled the courtyard, with little else besides.
"Alright, Xiviyah," Luke said, his voice pulling me from my thoughts. "Time to do your part."
We stood on a nearby ridge overlooking the fortification, and Luke and Jessia turned toward me expectantly. I hesitated momentarily, my tail twitching back and forth, before lowering my head. There was no point in withholding my abilities from them after everything they'd seen. Luke had already been inside my soul space, so this was nothing.
"Link Soul," I whispered, casting the spell.