The Trials of Mortality
“Pride had left me more than once throughout this lifetime,” the Archmage forces a laugh, but only the humorless sound of his gasps and wheezing made its way out of his lips. Yet, the corners of his mouth lifts to a haunting smile, bloody and wicked. His eyes shown hatred as it drank in the image of the Guardian before him, and in his mind, he already has his severed head in his grasp.
“And it shall leave you one last time, Archmage, do you wish to follow it into the afterlife?” the Guardian asks, lifting his spear once more.
"Oh, I already have a room prepared downstairs, though the bed isn't exactly mine to lay in."
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Centuries of imprisonment from committing a crime against the gods, Seylis is finally rescued from his eternal sentence by grave robbers. Not exactly the most dignified rescue team, but he could hardly complain when he met the end of his penalty. Thus, the hourglass has proceeded to run its course a second time and the Archmage has returned to finish what many could never accomplish in the mortal realm: becoming an entity beyond their plane of existence.
JMotyras · Fantaisie
