The Last Amulet
Tucking the medium in the crook of my ear, I munch on the stale pieces, satisfied with the sound of my chewing.
Fortunately, the light burned a bright flame, producing no heat. I smirked at my accomplishment at mastering temperature levels. I can handle fire easily if I can control the temperature. Securing the cloak more tightly around my head and body, I eat my stale bread and resume the drunkard’s hum.
“Mm-hm, ~ Karandish. Ya~ Karandish. A wonder of the round~.”
*Flutter* *flutter* *flutter*
Damn, it’s much louder now. I thought of using my mana to shut the thing up when I felt something graze my back.
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