10/05/2025 Snippet, FOR THE DEAD TRAVEL FAST.

I guess we are doing this, after all.

Apprentices had friends. Those who learned better became mages, and established mutually-beneficial understandings. The ones who survived that long enough to be made Archmages understood that the best connection you could hope for was a rival who wouldn’t kill you on sight. The higher Morrigan rose, the more aggravating all of that became. She was certain that one reason why the Dominion wasn’t winning any wars lately was because everybody was more worried about their own side than the enemy.

Not that she was stupid enough to try to do anything about it. Not accepting the world as it existed was a weakness, and weakness was a quick path to death. The point was to inflict your Will on the universe anyway, and never mind the whiners.
Still, it would have been easier if she could have talked over her meeting with Wildfire with, well, anybody. The Archmage was clearly uninterested in fighting off the so-called ‘Grand Alliance;’ worse, he never would be. It wasn’t even if he only cared about drinking and swiving his life away before the inevitable end. No Supreme Archmage lasted long if he couldn’t control his pleasures.

No, the man simply was indifferent to the fate of the realm he ruled over. To him, Grand Moingoana was the realm, and he felt no loyalty to even that.

Which was why Morrigan was now standing in front of the only Archmage in the capital that she could talk to. And that was only because he was safely dead, and couldn’t reveal secrets to anyone.

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