Another map… Another adventure.

Summoning earth, water, fire, air and ether… Making magic happen right bloody now!!

My muse… He saw the pyrotechnics and ran helter skelter to stop it before it wiped out the horizon but he was too late.

“Worry not, old friend,” I said… “I can rebuild this hell again, pebble by pebble. It just needed a little fertilizing.” I saw madness dancing in his eyes, sanity pushed to the brink of suicide and that too, was magic just waiting for resurrection.

The beast was here all along…








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