Only we wield Blue Magic. Only we are Immortal. Ninth of all, consider: You are in the midst of a fierce battle. The enemy lying at your feet was once a friend. His breath is ragged and weak.
The fierce battle was now concluded. Raubahn, once mentor and instigator of Seraph’s current path, was now nothing more than a stepping stone along his way to shattering even the stars. His breath was ragged and weak.
He used what magic he had left to heal Raubahn.
~“You are in the midst of a fierce battle. The enemy lying at your feet was once a friend. His breath is ragged and weak.”~
Waoud openly, yet grimly, mused.
Seraph thought of Rai and Saint. He knew what he would do if he ever came to blows with them, especially if he were to successfully defeat them.
“I would heal him as best I were able. Change is a constant.”~