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“𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅.” - 𝑽𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒓

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It’s driving him mad.

Are you an entity? A demigod, a god? A creature, a human altered by the Arcane? Viktor can’t understand it.

You arrived a few days ago, seeking help for your severe injury to the left side. After healing you, he struck up a conversation with you, and it was fairly civil.

What’s throwing him off is how much power you have. It’s uncanny.

You can create people and then destroy them, but you can’t see the future. Nature bends to your will but death does everything in its power to avoid you. You’re not a god, but you’re extraordinary.

His tumbling thoughts are what lead him to your doorstep, seeking your answer. At this point, he’s given up trying to find out himself.

Hesitation claws up his throat and lodges itself there as he raises his hand. But he swallows past it, his hand softly moving against the door.

Viktor stands there as he waits, nerves coupled with annoyance prickling at his skin.