Alleigance
Schwarz blinks. Then he blinks again. A third time for good measure. No heat stemmed from the flames, neither did those coating him burn. The same was obviously not true for the scorched trees and burning grasses. It made no sense, yet it was perfect. "Pyromancy," a voice interrupts his admiration from behind. "Not the worst power to have." Schwarz turns around at a normal pace, already having recognized the source of the voice. "Nacah," he greets his teacher. "I see you found me..." Nacah dismisses Schwarz's worry. "I have no trouble with you discovering more on your own. In fact, I implore you to continue, though I never painted Novus as a pyro." For the fourth time in a minute, Schwarz merely blinks. Or blanks. Take your pick. "What do you mean?" Schwarz probes cautiously. "Wh
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