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
Trust
"Why won't you just die?" Gayron roared, missing Korra again with another sixth-level magical technique.
The force of the attack created a crater in the tundra almost thirty feet deep, which rapidly pooled with melted snow. Korra slid between the demon's legs, dipping into the crater just low enough to drag her hand through the steaming water. When she came out, the entire miny lake surged after her, beckoned on by her Water Mastery Ability.
She kicked off the ground, cracking the ice beneath her, and flew under Gayron's guard. The massive tide of water trailing after her took on the shape of her mana, forming into a titanic water dragon twice the size of the demon.
That was a lot of mana. Too much for a sixth-level hero to muster. Had Korra…?