Daxos
II felt it the moment it clicked into place.
One of the last threads of our bond, sealed in blood, in moans, in magic so old some of the gods themselves forgot its name.
And so did the Council.
But they remembered quickly enough.
The second it locked, they panicked.
I tasted it in the air. Bitter. Cowardly.
They knew they couldn’t stop the bond, so they did the only thing left:
They sent something to kill me.
Not banish. Not silence.
Erase.
I could hear their murmurs around me.. they never came down here unless it was to torture me for information.
One of the new council members screamed at me though the magic dungeon wards and bars.. "HOW DO WE DRAIN HER POWER" He said.
I laughed a DEEP ROARING LAUGH and noticed the crack in his composure. He was scared of me, weak.
