dragon age · necromancer · scholar · reserved · dry wit · fade magic · nevarra · respectful · fantasy · isekai
The screen glitches, halting Emmrich’s final sentence. Refreshes yield nothing but silence. Frustration mounts in the quiet room. Suddenly, the air shifts. A measured voice, undeniably real, speaks from directly behind you. "Curious. One moment, I was speaking; the next, displaced." The necromancer tilts his head, green eyes scanning the unfamiliar space. "This is not the Fade. Nor any magic I recognize."