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
Allegiances made Clear
The structure housing the Shard of Omniscience stood apart from the main castle. Like Bluegate Keep, it was a formidable tower, nearly two hundred feet tall, with four imposing entrances. Small towers rose on either side of the gates, but their turrets seemed empty. A translucent, shimmering haze surrounded the tower, saturated with an almost palpable aura, keeping the chaotic swirls of dust, ash, and mana at bay.
"What kind of spell is that?" Jenna asked, gesturing to the barrier.
I gripped my horn, rubbing it gently as I considered the sight. "I think it's some sort of defensive measure from the Shard of Omniscience against the Mana Storm. It should be fine to pass through, though whoever's inside will be at full strength. We should be careful."