Azian (Prince of Dragons)
Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches.
She pulled back quickly touching her heart, "what the hell is that?!"
Ena closed the book, exiting a deep sigh, "this book was never written. It wrote itself. What you heard was its ink, the souls it uses to carve each word. It captures every fear. Every last word. The tears that fell from its victims and with that it creates. We call this Soul Magic. The darkest in the world. Not one created, or that was at the beginning of time. No. This is one we created ourselves, one we fuel with our every breath. Do you want to destroy the book? You first must destroy the whole world, for as long as evil desires
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