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Alec
What happens next only takes a matter of seconds. Even so, each moment sears slowly into my memory. I heard about this phenomenon. Your mind clings to every millisecond when it knows that few remain.
Reaching into my magic, I call out to the midnight diamond.
Get ready.
The stone replies instantly.
What do you wish?
There’s only one word for it.
Attack.
Magic churns through me. Every nerve ending I have burns with hidden fire. This is more energy than I’ve ever felt before, and I had a rather odd encounter with magic and the pyramids.
Dark mist curls around my fingers. I send images to the stone. The dark tendrils of my spell whip out across the audience, wrapping about every Magicorum in the place.
Across the stage, the Queen of Hearts rises. She raises her right hand.
