Plotline: Main
Chapter Type: Social, System
Round and round and round, and down. In spite of my reservations, and one incident where Xeng Dai accidentally tried to siphon my life force, instead of the Earth mana I was trying to feed him, the creation of the stairway went much the way bards and playwrights wish magic worked.
"Fires of life, fires of magic, hear me and obey! My name is Do Meng, and I am an adept of the magic that binds you. Summon a ball of light, that I might see my surroundings! Day Globe!"
I had time to throw up an arm. So much for night-time optical evolutions. And although the warmth of the globe was comforting, it really messed with my perception of the ultraviolet spectrum.
"Keep moving." said Du Jing. "I'm not getting any younger."
"Does anyone else feel that pressure?" Do Meng asked.
"It's nothing compared to the deep areas of the ocean." I said.
Argh. Another chapter of this novel ended up in Crafter. Too tired to make a decision now; but one is pending, because these mistakes need to stop.
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