The Risk

Asqa stood nearby, she kept her focus sharp and unwavering to anything around her.

Clyde sat cross-legged in the center of the desolate plaza, his body surrounded by tendrils of shadowy mist that leaked slowly from his skin. That otherworldly power that once felt strange and horrifying to witness for her now felt almost familiar to her. But for to others that power was still corrupted and terrifying.

The magic of the Ancient One was unlike anything that existed in the natural order. It didn't hum or glow the same as normal magic, it pulsed in silence like a beating heart from beyond creation.

To anyone who sensed it even from afar, it would feel like something was terribly wrong with reality itself. Especially when it come in this much density.

So Asqa remained vigilant. She stood near him, her bracelet softly glowing, her senses stretching outward across the ruined landscape.