THE SILVER LINING
The room was deathly quiet, the magic vibrating like the beat of a heart, the power building, coalescing, waiting to burst.
Then, with a roar that shattered eardrums, the air itself around him burst into flame, the black fire of Hell engulfing him from within. His flesh started to burn, his blood sensed like lava in his veins, and still, he embraced it. Each tick of the clock, each pained gasp for air, brought him closer to his revenge. His frame twisted like it was being wrung by the demons' own hands, and still, his will his soul remained untainted. The atonement was done. He was now the bringer of death.
And now, with his soul bound to the depths of Hell, Vosvak was no longer a man. He wa
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