An ominous prologue that promises a fateful battle of good against the rousing forces of darkness. With just enough hints towards the wider world to intrigue the reader, The Spark Internal is off to a good start.
Cyael strode down the dark corridor, his boot footfalls breaking the still silence. Magical torches sparking to life as he passed, their dim blue light shimmering across his armor. If any were around he would seem to be an apparition haunting the ancient halls. Cyael’s eyes fixed on the door at the end of the hall lost in the thoughts that had lead him here. He had come down this path before over the centuries, but rarely this late and never alone, yet did so tonight with grim determination. S. . .
Cyael strode down the dark corridor, his boot footfalls breaking the still silence. Magical torches sparking to life as he passed, their dim blue light shimmering across his armor. If any were around he would seem to be an apparition haunting the ancient halls. Cyael’s eyes fixed on the door at the end of the hall lost in the thoughts that had lead him here. He had come down this path before over the centuries, but rarely this late and never alone, yet did so tonight with grim determination. S. . .