One past, many futures (part III)

Thirteen’s right hand was burning hot, a heat that he felt swirling into his whole right arm like it was put inside a brazier full of ember.

It was a new kind of sensation for him, one he had already felt the time he chose the pagad card during his confrontation with the group of mercenaries.

As he moved through the corridors he examined himself, his deck was still here this time but it was difficult, painful even, to let it go.

He had to use his other hand to pry his grip open and even then half of the deck was unnaturally buried into his hand.

There wasn’t blood or a wound, it was as if the cards fused with his skin, muscles, and bones.

The circle drawn on the cards’ back was shining eerily as was his tattoo, a pulsating purplish light was coursing through them.

- Well ain’t it magic. I feared I would have to quite literally learn from the ground up, but it seems more of a matter of trials and errors.-