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
Sharing Magic
"You mean like this?" Elise asked, her voice filled with hope as she demonstrated two spinning magic circles.
I watched the runes complete a full rotation before shaking my head. "Not quite," I explained. "You've managed to cast both a light and healing spell, but there's no connection between them. Casting two spells at once isn't the same as an array. It's just two separate spells completed simultaneously."
She tilted her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. I took a breath and tried explaining it again. It wasn't the first time I'd shared this concept, but the idea of an array was foreign enough that even a prodigy like Elise struggled to grasp it.