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
Return to Westfall Village
I spent the next few hours deep in practice, training my mana control and manipulation. The fight with Vithrass had highlighted many weaknesses in my spells, spurring me to study and practice harder. These "flaws" would be minuscule, if even noticeable, to most other mages, Yet I had nearly died because of them. If my Blade Ward array had held just a few seconds longer, the Glory Chasers would have arrived in time, and they never would have tried that risky distraction.