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
A Single Spell
The sixth level marked a significant threshold for mages. It was the number of magic circles in a spell that determined its mana capacity, but the resulting power wasn't merely additive—it was exponential. This was noticeable at lower levels, but the true impact of this growth became undeniable at the sixth level.
While a fifth-circle spell might be capable of destroying a home or attacking a group of people, a sixth-circle spell could lay waste to an entire town or village. It was the point where magic's destructive potential began to escalate, where large-scale devastation became a terrifying reality. Even in healing magic, the difference was stark. At the sixth level, spells gained the potency to heal entire groups instead of just individuals. It was the magic of war.