The master assassin smiled. His glee was short-lived.
Tigarn became apprehensive. He didn’t feel…right. Heaviness…horrible heaviness in his chest. Breathing…so difficult.
Tigarn didn’t understand Wishes. He was an assassin. He was not a sorcerer. He attained surrogate use of Magick through cunning and intelligence. He was not a sorcerer! He was one hundred and fifty- seven years old. He had already lived far beyond his generation. The casting of a Wish drained the powers of and forever weakened one empowered by Magick. The casting of a Wish demanded the life of one not empowered by Magick.
Tigarn died.
The Death of Magick vanished.
The Magick of the Wish…
Red lights!
Blue lights!
Within the dungeons of Red Mountain a purple glow enveloped the Chalice of Mystery!
Levimire was whisked from his lair!
Faranzer was whisked from his lair!
Hundreds of families were robbed of loved ones!
Items and artifacts of Magick disappeared from the areas housing them in this world and others!
Time was no barrier!
Things long dead and extinct were brought into play!
OETHFPPE!
The world of Donothor and many other worlds changed.
The consciousness of Uyrg stirred.
The door of Infernos slammed shut and locked.
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