Genesis of Apotheosis

[Strazio Rockwell]

Strazio ran a hand through his hair. This was beginning to become too much. Sure he came from a universe where magick offered all sorts of miracles, but there were limitations. There were rules. Even the most adept of mages would struggle to exert their will over someone as completely as Tearen claimed he could. The white haired mage bit the inside of his cheek. Such power was unimaginable to him. Even necromancy, which he witnessed first hand, was a precise and costly magick and even then the resurrected were little more than semi-sentient meat puppets. Strazio shivered. He tried to think of something else, knowing full well that his mind was an open book to the Shadow.

“I think I see the campsite,” Strazio noted, pointing ahead of them.

Tearen simply nodded in response and lead the way.