The Dark Lord exudes a sense of arrogance. Yet, those like him often find themselves on the precipice of ruin. His fate is bound by prophecy, and he is solitary, making any assistance seem suspect. The acolyte himself is reluctant to serve, for he is not here by choice. What consequences will arise from the collaboration between two sorcerers from disparate realms? https://ficbook.net/readfic/6430397