THE dreaded spell

ard to come by in the real world: micro dust and other pollutants made it rough and unpleasant, not to mention the general stench of the outskirts. In the better parts of

imited amount of pristine, delicious

sen by the Spell

d, his feet did not ache, and his

to the ground. A couple of times, those who could not walk anymore were taken off the chain and unceremoniously toss

est in peace, yo

he was in

me to prepare himself for this eventuality. When the symptoms of the Spell first appeared, he did no

th it. After visiting his parents' makeshift resting place - well, a

into an old tree - and adding a third line for hi

protecting himself and planning for the future anymore. Once the wor

lowly freezing to death wa

the mountain. The picture of piled bones littering the ground was still fresh in his mind. Most likely, it was a pack of monsters

ill had

by the Aspect and didn't study the Attributes well. While not as important as one's Aspect, the Attributes were often the deciding fac

Unlikely events, both good and bad, are drawn by your presence. There are t

bear a faint scent of divinity, as though someo

Description: "Shadows recog

. Inter

te that he was destined for a certain fate - to die miserably and vanish without a trace, for example. But after reading the descri

ve one of the super rare useless Aspect

straightforward - it was supposed to allow passage into certain sacred places inside the Dream Realm and enhance several types

the mountain and the sky began to darken. To his surprise, Sunny found himself able to see perfectly in the darkness, as though it was still as bri

thing good. I

ravan! Prepa

ing and exhausted. The small clearing where the road widened was somewhat protected f

although not before tending to their horses. The heavy wagon carrying food, water and other cargo, to which the main chain was firmly affixed, was pushe

a we

at the outer end of the circle, with their backs freezing in the cold. Of course, any movement was encumbered by the fact that they were still shackl

!" he hissed, c

, received a few sips of icy water and a small piece of rock-hard, moldy bread. Despite its unapp

f it, he wasn'

been walking behind him

used to feed me bette

the ground,

n the dungeon were there waiti

m the snow. Sunny had noticed them before, clustering here and there along the road, and even noted how pretty those resilient th

against eating

r the first time. It was a tall man in his forties, lean and strangely handsome, with a digni

advice again

smiled apo

places where human blood was spilled. That's why there

wh

er man

A few berries might be en

rse

inched back and gla

pay them a lot

in his vision at the start of the Nightmare, the bones of the slaves were buried under the sno

houghts, a thundering

something massive came