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The figure rose slowly, unfolding like a mantis. When it spoke, the voice came from everywhere at once, rustling through dead leaves and across the stones at their feet.

Pug raised one hand. A faint blue light kindled between his fingers—witchfire, the other soldiers called it. Tomas knew it for what it was: raw magic pulled from the fabric of the world itself. raymond e feist vk

“For how long?”

The road ahead was gone. In its place stood a tower of black stone, smooth as polished glass, rising without seam or door. At its base knelt a figure in grey robes, face hidden. The figure rose slowly, unfolding like a mantis

Then the image snapped back.