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
Set Course
"Are you sure?" Bethiv asked, peering at me intently.
"Yes. I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think the anomaly will help me overcome the last of our issues in preparing for the gate. It's a mixture of infernal mana and my own mana, and might be able to act as a shield against the corruption while I heal my soul," I said softly.
"Not to mention it's absurdly powerful, and could become a significant ally," Korra added.
Bethiv nodded slowly, stroking the beginnings of a beard on his chin. "Are you certain this ice spirit you've been summoning is truly the anomaly? As far as the kingdom's best mages could tell, and that includes a ninth-level ice mage, the anomaly was just that. An anomaly. It was an unintelligible, magical storm whose existence was akin to a natural disaster. It's already killed thousands, and destroyed many towns and villages in its path."