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
Edge of Consciousness
Luke hesitated, and I was gratified to see he was actually weighing my thoughts. It made sense he hadn't picked up on the specific level of the defensive magic, though it did make me wonder just how much more he had missed. The Oracle of Eternity provided an almost overwhelming amount of information about magic. Without enough practice, it was nearly impossible for anyone to pick out the useful bits from the noise.
"I'm... not sure. I wasn't aware those defenses were only seventh-circle, though I suppose that makes sense when you think about it," he said, his brow furrowed in thought. "If that's the case, then..."
"Still no," Jessia said, shaking her head. "There's no way anyone could survive that many mana cannons at once. Their range is good enough that the moment they find you, you'll be blasted to smithereens."