Eternal Malediction
Kieran, on the other side of the tower, is kicking his legs up while playing with a Rubik's Cube, with only two sides completed.
Below them was a decaying mansion that was recently bought back to life, windows flickering with dirty yellow lights, laughter and screams leaking out like poisonous gas. Once an abandoned noble estate, now a drug den, crawling with traffickers, mercs, and the remnants of a fallen noble family who sold their souls for coin.
Now beside Roy, silent and sharp-eyed, face obscured by a cloak with a hood, stands Kieran – taller and wrapped in a darker cloak than Roy’s.
If Roy was the ember, Kieran was the smoke.
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