The Furies are at home in the mirror

[MalfGuy2]

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Incoming; Multiple Mana Signatures on the horizon.

The cavalry are arriving.

And they're absolutely livid at whatever you just did.

"What, they're upset about the snacks?"

"Riders on the storm..."

No.

These aren't the angry apes. They're the wrong shapes.

You reach down to pick up some of the rounded-yet-sharp objects off the ground, and take aim...

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"That was a close one. You're lucky that the shiny pebble bounced off his nose just right on your last spellcast."

Not to mention the sheer amount of space that it's created. The angry grey mass tried to take a few good strikes at you, but you're too slippery.

You've whisked your way behind a hillside. Blurry farms and rivers dot the planescape.

"Time for a breather. Take stock of this new space in full."

"Another joins the fray."

The lights of more Mana accompany you, as do The Voices.

Evidently, in this world, a fractured magickal casting focus is a stronger one.

"You idly toss one of the shiny, rounded pebbles in your claws. Your vision is terrible, but it doesn't stop you from doing simpler party tricks with it."

"What's a party?"

"Like a group."

Unfortunately, even as you try and try to sleep, something else prowls along the edges of your vision.

Massive heaps of rotting flesh obscure part of the treeline.

Distinctively unfriendly walking pace.

Not to mention, it's flinging bright lights everywhere. Annoying.

It's going to be an eventful twenty-four-hours.

"Ready."

"Aim."

"Fire."

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Some of the grander powers of the Cosmos further fracture what little integrity the mindscape had.

Your limbic system is overheating, unable to handle the acquisition of so many new powers simultaneously.

"Damage report. Now. Is it still fit for sailing?"

New Magickal Knowledge unlocked: Metaphysical.

New Magickal Knowledge unlocked: Spirit Summoning.

"More friends, more power."

"Shooting for the stars."

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