Memoir of madness

White-hot eyes blink from all directions. Pinkish from the surrounding fluorescent, amethyst light, their gazes strobe at you with a cold burn. But they do not move; no matter how close one gets, they cannot see the eyes; only feel their searing stare.

And something else is felt—some draining, awful, eerie sensation that opens your stomach and empties it out. It’s as cold-hot as the eyes; and as unseeable but very tangible. This world is ready, watching, waiting, taking with every move and every breath.

the Rift

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[TRANSFER NOTES : EIRA ]

Magic:
Offensive: Able to summon thunder-snow storms.

Amulets:
The dark droplet of godsblood you hold hisses one small warning, before dissolving into acid against your skin. It hisses and stays there, not quite yet ready to slip into the shadows of its homeland. Instead, it sinks into your skin, sprouting a small pair of black and teal wings. Together, they are no larger than a hoof.