They came to Camille as if in some dark slumber—whispers of the Ebony Ram, and the nameless things tumbling up from long-forgotten sepulchers. Her throat full of hearsay, she cuts down the vestiges of the new world, seeding the earth with the magics and witchery of her ancient, grinning masters.
They came to Lissandra as if in some waking dream—visions of the Ivory Stag, and the old magics long lost to antiquity. Even now, the ageless witch resides among those twisted shadows of the old growth, awaiting the day her dead gods spill forth from their rotten and accursed graves.
Answer To Her Light
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