...I hated the way he looked at me as I stood there, bleeding. There was a deep cut from the bottom of my palm to my elbow and he looked upon me with fear and disgust...
"What have you done, Anzorath? What spell needed... this?"
"I'm performing the spell you didn't bother to teach me, old fool. Opnaðu dyrnar að tómum heimi!"
"There's a good reason why I didn't teach you that spell. I should have warned you. Lokaðu hurð-
"Hægri hönd-steyptur þota!"
"Haldið loftinu!"
The jet of molten metal from my right hand connected with the forcefield in front of the old mage. I held the stream and it punched through, blinding him as his face was coated. I took my chance.
I put his useless anatomy studies to real use this time as I drew the dagger across the back of his legs. When they gave out, he fell into a kneeling position.
"Taktu blóðið og gerðu dyrnar. Show me what he withheld."
The door opened into a pure, sublime nothingness. I ignored how his sobs ceased as I entered and took my rightful place within.
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