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
The Stars of Fate
The wall of fire swelled like a tsunami, swelling a hundred feet in either direction. Plumes of fire cascaded before the wall, winding like serpents around houses, trees, and fallen corpses, reducing everything they touched to ash. Billowing waves of heat bore before it all, lighting countless fires in the brush long before the brunt of the spell arrived.
The spell's strength transcended the peak of fifth level, as far into the depths of sixth as possible without technically breaching the border. It was a true masterpiece of magic, possessing the skill and refinement of many of my modified spells. Had this terrible power not been directed at me, I would have loved to watch and study the flow of mana, for there was surely much to learn.