Corvus

He whispers a quiet prayer to the burning fire in front of him, his hands shaking as they remain clasped together. His words are silent, almost unheard; he sounds as though he’s telling the gods a hopeless plea he knows will fall upon deaf ears. With a quiet sigh, he rises, the whispers of her voice ringing through his skull as he prepares the small area for the summoning. “May the Abyss forgive me.” He murmurs, his gloved palms readied as he casts the final spell.