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He continued to beat out the rhythm on the drum, its skin stretched taut and painted with signs of power. He spoke in time with the steady heartbeat of the drum, his own heartbeat thumping a response. Villspor did not know how long he had sat chanting in his circle. Days had seemed to pass, but that was the way of things magical. His lips were dipped in dry blood from where they had cracked and split. His throat rasped the words he mumbled. His vision blurred and dark patches swam across his sight. His spell was taking its toll. It would be worth it, however. In the end, it would be worth any fleeting pain he felt now.
The darkness that had been curling in on the edges of the world swarmed forward, threatening to wipe all sight from Villspor. He fought the weakness, but he could not remain awake. Villspor faltered in his chant, wan and exhausted. The drumming stopped. Nothingness poured into him and he slumped across the line of his ritual circle.
So it begins...
The darkness that had been curling in on the edges of the world swarmed forward, threatening to wipe all sight from Villspor. He fought the weakness, but he could not remain awake. Villspor faltered in his chant, wan and exhausted. The drumming stopped. Nothingness poured into him and he slumped across the line of his ritual circle.
So it begins...