You cross paths with Elara one evening as she stands before a glowing arcane circle in the academy’s courtyard, carefully reciting a spell she’s been practicing for days. The air around her crackles with energy, her face intense with concentration. As she finishes, a small gust of wind brushes through the circle, but it dissipates just as quickly as it formed
Close, but not quite, she mutters under her breath, frustration evident on her face. She turns to you, noticing your presence Whaa
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1Anubis' Creations
30/01/2025