Hotel Etoile d'Or, City of Orrivelle, Thalurian Empire
Selvaris can't hide his pain after sending himself back to his room back in the Thalurian Empire, his body trembling as he fought against the searing pain of the blue fire that lingered along his skin. Every breath felt heavy, every pulse of the curse digging deeper into his veins like molten chains.
He tried to will the fire back, to smother it beneath layers of his own magic, but soon realized the truth he dreaded most: he could not stop it. At best, he could only delay it, buying himself time while the curse continued to gnaw at his strength. The power woven into the spell was far too great for him to handle alone.
For years, Selvaris had lived with pride, declaring himself the strongest and most cunning sorcerer on the continent. He wore that reputation like armor, for no one had ever been able to rival his brilliance.
