Into Dystopia
K.S.ORION
Rikas loosened his ears to listen to how the spell goes like
“Akkrisis! Traas traas, helmott, ek astraa rohek, kiironn, draa iksss straataa... A dying son of... you put your father’s name, and then you finish off with... has summon you for help!”
“Its simple”
“Yes. Simple but powerful! Now repeat! Eyes open!”
Rikas glanced at Hemon, with a suspicious look in his eyes, feeling as though Hemon was deliberately trying to mock him. What is so difficult in the spell, that he has to repeat again? He let out a small cough to clear out his throat. Then he began “Aksuris! traans traans shelton!” He instantly paused, feeling like he had missed out a part before the ‘shelton’ “Something came before tha
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