Ultimate Sorcerers
The recent coronation of Constantine as the Supreme Sorcerer had cast a pall of uncertainty over the coven, and both elders were grappling with what the future held.
“Brother Magnus,” Seraphina began, her voice low and filled with concern, “tell me, what do you see in our future now that Constantine is the Supreme Sorcerer?”
Magnus sighed heavily, his weathered face etched with lines of worry. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, his gaze distant and unfocused. “I’m sorry, Seraphina,” he replied, his voice tinged with regret, “but I can’t see into the future. It’s as if a shroud of darkness has descended upon my visions.”
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